Damaged... Not Broken

"You can not break down what can't be broken
They can do all they can do but they can't break unbreakable
They scared to face the truth because they hate the view
They taste the juice, I hope it make 'em puke, I'm breakin' loose
Should I throw up the deuce or should I waive the deuce"

Lil Wayne Can't be broken

It runs through his mind like a Amtrack train.  Over and over.  A song by a artist so many love to hate, who preaches on the world.  Watching and waiting for the right moment to speak, but his lips can't move. The right words aren't there.  Are there really any words? It's just too much for him to see you like this.  Crushed by the pain.  Unable to move on.  Locked in a single moment in time where everything faded to black.  

Days have passed.  Yet the feelings remain.  The confusion, the sorrow, the enlightenment and the lingering depression of loss. Today is better, isn't it?  No smiling through the tears yet.  No lying to people about why your eyes are watering.  But the feelings are still there.  They are becoming internalized.  He sees that.  A moment of chill here and there.  You shake like a ghost is tickling your spine.  That brief hollow moment, where you find absolute despair.  You want to scream, but it just won't come out.  You have to swallow it back down and try to go back to work.  Stay busy and occupied.  Your mind is processing as fast as it can.  This is healing.  Your mind is reevaluating everything it thought it knew for a fact.  About so many things, you were wrong.  No joke, It's going to take a while.

The song.  It isn't about what you are going through.  It's what he wants to tell you.  He is proud of you for working through this.  Making the right choices and sticking with them. Walking in blind. Swallowing your pride and taking whatever came your way.  No matter how bad it hurt, it needed to be done.  Those were things that have haunted you for years.  Some of those feelings can be laid to rest now.  Some never will.  Others will be cherished til the day you die.  Locked up and put away where only you can find them.  The little monster inside will stand guard.  Always ready to fight for you.  Those feelings are pure emotion and give you the strength to stand tall against the darkness inside you.  That was her gift.  You are both better for it now.  Always remember you are never alone.

After all the years he watched you suffer.  All the pain in your life. Some caused by others and some by yourself.  You have never been broken.  Damaged yes, never broken.  Pick yourself back up and start again.  The armor you wear is a little bit lighter.  The cracks are starting to show.  Those cracks are a good thing.  It lets the emotions vent into the universe so you don't explode.  Stop holding it all in.  You are unbreakable.  No one can take that away from you.  And he'll be dammed if he lets you do it to yourself.  This is the process.  Wet, lather, rinse , repeat.  Clean yourself up, pull yourself back together, and get back in the game.  as time goes on you will understand more and more.  Perhaps you will even look back and smile that it happened, no more crying about what was lost.

Now it's time to stand up tall and get out from in front of this mirror.  He has seen enough of you for today.