Who would I have been, if you wouldn’t taught me to speak?
Stumbling with words; crying.
Who would I have been, if you weren’t there to catch me?
Crawling on the cold floor; falling into the abyss.
Who would I have been, if you weren’t there while I found out who I truly am?
Lost; a spirit floating in somebody else’s existence.
Who would I have been, if you weren’t the shoulder I could cry on?
A broken person with tears of ice raging in this physical manifestation of fragility.
Who would I have been, if you didn’t show me all the things I can be?
A stumbling – crying – crawling, piece of brokenness.
Who would I have been if you didn’t teach me how to listen? to be strong? to see with different eyes?
to be human?
to be me?
I am nothing without you;
my teacher, my role model, my mother, my brother, my friend
But I am, I live because of you.