Dear Mentor

 

I’ve learned life's like a tightrope

Everyone's walking at their own pace

On a rope that's thickness is different

The bigger the rope the easier, the thinner the harder

Sometimes those ropes are so thin they break and you have to sit back and watch as people fall With no way of getting back up, the broken rope hangs loosely before your eyes

You never truly recover from seeing this

I swear sometimes I slip and grip the rope with all my strength, afraid

Tears fill my eyes as everyone just glances at me

But when my grip slips you appear

You hoist me up and watch as I sit on the rope not wanting to do anything in this dark circus

You light a match…

It’s amazing how something so small can set off fireworks, illuminating my life

I get up and keep walking

I will always slip, but a memory of fireworks will take over my mind

And with them, a reminder of you

I  will watch as you walk a tightrope ahead of me, sure, but with so many struggles ahead and behind you

I will see the struggles ahead of me and behind me and wonder how you did it

But I’ll keep going for you, and for me

I will always be thankful for how you have always been there for me

I will always be inspired by you,

I will always love you.

After everything that has happened, and will happen

I would just like to thank you,

Mom.