If I knew

If I knew then what I know now, I wouldn't be able to tell you it's going to be alright.
But it is; You're gonna make it.
You're stronger than you know right now.
I know you're capable because I was too.
I know that you are smart enough to know that this struggle is worth it because I watch you turn your tragedies into art.
I do these things as well.
I'm susceptible of wearing my heart on my sleeve so that when it snags,
it bleeds, there are trails all over to where I've been.
Each path is meticulously groomed into something more beautiful than it was before I decide to leave.

That is where I've gained strength in my multi-faceted auras.
I watch you grow here too, learning to emit your light.
I see you collapsing into thoughts then you gracefully let them transform into words,
you can't speak them because once your small lips part the words trail up like smoke and you can only communicate with eyes that have seen more lives than the ones we currently lead.
If I knew then what I know now, I'd still decide to take the same path.
Not because I do know now, but because it's given me the clarity I was seeking.
It's softened me, it's opened my hands.
It's given me a voice without speaking.
It's closed my eyes to make me truly see.

If I knew then... what I know now. I couldn't tell you to hold on.
I can't tell you how, or why, or when it'll come.
I can just remind you that it will get better.
You'll move beyond this and transcend beautifully.
Because that is what our kind do. Turn this into art.
Pour glitter from your fingertips and let metaphors leap from your lips.

S.M.
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