I Am Not Here For Your Suffering

I am not here for your suffering.

I am here to see you roar in your beauty.

I am here to see you steep in your brilliance.

I am here to see you walk tall with the light of your heart in your eyes.

I am here to see you thrive.

I am here to see you seek ecstatic pleasure.
I am here to see you seek everything you desire through everything that you fear.

I am here to see you taken care of, and cared for.

I am here too see you care for others.

I am not here to see you cower in your suffering.

I am here to see you stand in your power.

I am here to see you do it wrong, again and again.

I am here to see you laugh at your attempts to understand, and get it right.

I am here to see you play.

I am here to see you be soft in your silliness.

I am here to see myself, in you.

I am here to see you as a mirror in which reflection my roots are shook by your groundedness. In which I am intimidated to my very core by someone living this deeply in their light.

I am here to see you reflect the capabilities of those who still suffer back to them - in strength.

I am here to see you hold others to the height in which you hold yourself.

I am here to see you so fucking fulfilled, that you have no shame in driving off the road to achievement.

I am here to see you bask us in your light.

I am here to bow in your presence.

I am here to see you rise.

Annabelle Vincent