I am the person in front of you that you shouted rude words to when the light turned green and I didn’t go right away. I am the person who forgot to put on their turn signal before making a left turn. I am the person who just bumped into you as we walked passed and I didn’t even acknowledge you and you were angry that I didn’t say sorry. I’m the friend that didn’t answer your phone call and you thought I was just too busy for you. I am the lady in check out that is fumbling for her check card and you’re in a hurry. I am the cashier that just seems out of it and not overly talkative as I ring in your items.
I am Mona Lisa. I am smiling, but my heartache and pain is not shown. If you asked me how I was I would say I was good. I will laugh with you and joke with you. Behind the scenes, I cry. My husband, the backbone and my love, takes the brunt of my pain. As I turn to him at the slightest whim of heartache and he doesn’t know how to help me, but hold me. Safety in his arms, but I can’t be carried into the world. So when you bump into me, yell at me or become angry because I didn’t say hello, remember I am not always ok. Mourning comes and goes, my days are good and some days are not so good. You don’t see me cry and you don’t hear my heart break, but remember that I am still healing. Don’t be mad because I made you late, pray for me, because I need it.
I am… healing.
