Z is for Zenith

I. 

I cut you from the strongest cloth. I made you sturdy and indestructible, but I couldn’t make you impenetrable.

You.

You walked through this earth and got scratched and torn, but never destroyed.

I.

I offered you salve for your scratches. I sewed up your tears. 

You. 

You wanted me to erase your wounds, but all I could do was wash them, mend them, kiss them. 

I.

I offered compassion and understanding; my complete, unending love.

You.

You needed protection, retribution, enemies slain. I wish I could have done that for you.

I. 

I was always with you. I held you in my womb, and I felt the kicks of your anger, the pains of your betrayal; but I couldn’t protect you from everything. 

You.

You can never ask too much of me, but I can’t always give you what you want.

I. 

I never needed you to forgive, I just needed you.

You. 

I know it’s hard for you to trust me now. I know you don’t want to come to me for help. And, I…

I understand. And I’m still here.

I will always be here.