For being the pebble.
From the bottom of darkness
You fought your demons alone,
Scared and hopeless.
Until even that bottom cracked and splintered.
Then you said those very small words,
“I need help.”
So focused on you
And getting you into the sun,
It didn’t occur to me that
I, too, had been living on the bottom,
Dark and lonely.
You were the pebble.
You created such a quiet, widespread ripple,
You can’t imagine.
I was simply trying to help you,
But you were helping me.
With each passing week and month,
The ripple continued it’s quiet spread.
Your ripple has swept up all of us,
In one way or another.
Light shines down
And illuminates all the hidden pain.
Thank you for being the pebble.
It is my honor to be the ripple.