Proud

Would you be proud?
Of the person I’ve become
Because of you?
If you saw me now,
Would you be proud?

Would you be proud?
Of the memories cascading my head
When I think of you?
How I portray you in my mind?
Would you be proud?

Would you be proud,
Of how I handled your death
How I endured the pain
Until it broke me?
Will you be proud?

Will you be proud,
Of the way I held the knife to my wrist
Thinking of the pain you left me,
And setting it down?
Will you be proud?

Can you see yourself in me,
How I strive to be like you?
When you see my tear-stained face,
And the ways your death shaped me,
Will you be proud?

Will you be proud,
Of the way I kept fighting,
Kept living,
For you?
Will you be proud?