As I sit in a hospital room looking at someone I love unconditionally, I can’t help but think of all those who didn’t. All those who taught him he must be worthy of love. All those who taught him that being him wasn’t good enough. That he must behave as expected.
How hollow their claims of concern are now. How empty their tears. How foolish their attempts to make it about them.
My inner child wants to rage and destroy them. Wipe them from the face of the Earth. Salt their fields, poison all that they held dear. Build a new world with only those who are safe. And later I will grant him that. I will open my inner world and allow him to do as will until he feels satisfied and complete.
But here in the outer word I can simple shut them out. Allow them no more weight than they demonstrate they deserve.