To Soar with Grace by Heather Monteiro

To Soar with Grace
 
I’m here.
I’m here.
I’m trying to let them know I’m here.
They see me, they hear me, the shell of me,
But they don’t actually see me, they don’t actually hear me,
See and hear my silent cry for help
that I’m begging to be seen,
To be helped.
 
I’m here.
My silent plea is failing to be heard,
Falling on those around me as I cry out silently,
Drowning in a heavy depression that I try to cover with smiles,
Wondering if I will ever quit feeling this way.
Feeling this weight
Of anxiety,
Of fear.
Wanting so badly not to feel this way.
I know I need help
But I can’t say how I feel
I need someone to truly see me,
To hear me,
To know
I’m here.
 
My pleas are falling on those around me
But there
My plea is being heard.
Finally.
I can feel God wrapping his arms around me.
I know He is here,
He has heard my plea,
He has seen my tears,
He knows my heart,
I’m here and God is with me.
 
And there
My plea is being seen.
Again.
My husband.
I can feel him wrapping his arms around me.
I know he is here with me.
He’s heard my plea
And seen my tears.
He can see the weight on my heart.
I’m here and my husband is with me.
 
I can feel a change.
I know I can overcome.
I know I can soar.
I know I can let go of this weight,
This depression,
This anxiety,
This fear.
I can rise.
I can soar.
 
I can be seen.
I can be heard.
I don’t have to keep my pleas silent.
God is with me.
My husband is with me.
 
Here I am.
I’m becoming better than I was.
God,
My husband,
And time
Have all set me free.
Not to go back to who I was
But to be free to learn from what I went through,
To become happier and healthier,
To become me,
Who I am today.
To soar out of the past,
Out of depression,
To soar into the present,
Into happiness,
To soar into my future.
 
To soar and feel the support of my husband,
To soar and feel the wind
In my hair and on my face,
To soar and feel the grace of God
As He lifts me up.
To soar and know that I will always be seen and be heard.