Unseen Tears

I was held by a friend the last time I cried. She saw me. She stayed. She helped me wipe my tears over and over again. She didn't mind when her jeans started to soak with all my tears while I was crying, lying on her lap.

I couldn't breathe, the lights started to blur. She stayed.

My tears are no longer unseen.

My pain is validated, heard and held.

Thank goodness, because I wouldn't be alive if you hadn't seen me.