These Three, My Strength, My Solace, My Joy

Time and again my voice rends the silence. A scream pulled out of me. A name wailed in distress. 

It doesn't matter which one I call. Doesn't matter which one is home. They hear me and they come running. They hear me and they wrap their arms around me. They hear me and they hold me without question, while I sob. 

Time and again my voice stays silent. Tears streak down my cheeks. Nothing said. No words. 

It doesn't matter which one finds me. Doesn't matter who is the first to see me. They reach for me. They lean against me. They wrap their arms around me and hold me without question, while I sob.

Time and again these three have held me up. They have offered comfort. They have held me close. 

Time and again they have been with me while I grieve. Sometimes they know why I cry. Other times they are clueless. Every time they have offered unconditional love and support.

These three were children when our world was torn apart. Grief. Trauma. Loss. Ever since these three have been by my side. My strength, my solace, my joy. 

I am grateful for them.