Hert.

Her.

Elusive and unkind.

I get frustrated and scared…

Of the time it takes.

And the hope it wastes.

Why can’t I be free?

Of this desire and this dream.

I’ve let it go… I’ve sacrificed it.

Humbly watched it burn.

I can’t be afraid of it anymore…

This sadness and anger.

The darkness.

It threatens to overwhelm me.

It’s rapturous restraints try to keep me trapped.

I want you. I don’t need you.

I will fly and strive closer and closer to you, my King.

Only you.

Can make the clouds disappear and the sun shine bright in and through my hopelessness.