I see you.
I see the hard things that you've done.
I see it in the set of your mouth that no longer smiles. I see it in your eyes. No longer do they warm. They are chips of ice, forever cold, to a glance.
But I see you.
I see the times you did what duty demanded.
I see the times that duty demanded too much.
I see that you went above and beyond for a cause that called for more than you could ever have imagined, and after you had given muscle and sinew, and heart and soul, still, you gave more. You gave your life's blood. You gave your very notion of self, because you believed.
I see you.
I see your soul twisted in on itself. You believe it to be blackened, irredeemable. It is tangled, an incomprehensible knot, to one who would not take the time.
But I see you.
I see you as she saw you. As he saw you.
I see you.
There is goodness. There is honour. There is focus. There is desire. There is a will as strong as any iron. There is a heart that beats to a noble drum.
Hold.
Hold fast.
Hold tight.
Wonder not what others think.
Push such thoughts aside.
For now.
Hold.
Hold fast.
For one day, you will see what I see.
