Descent.
It isn't always easy to get back up.
To do the thing that hurts.
To evolve. And rebuild.
Especially when it wasn't you that burned it all to the ground.
They did what they did and they walked away.
They chose that.
It is strange...
When I look back and recognize the shadow of what was destroyed, I realize.
It was time.
I wasn't strong enough to put an end to the false idol... the fake monument.
And so, fashioned from the darkness of the world and it's inhabitants comes a reckoning.
With such fervor and a lack of mercy, it wrecks me.
I am down... for the count.
And I see a way forward.
A connection. A bridge. A relationship
A hope. That won't stop.
Because the darkness won't either.
I look forward and thank God for letting the world wallop me time and time again because the strength it gave me is unimaginable and he knew I could take it.
This path is hard... narrow... broken.
And mine to walk.
Mine alone.
Yours faithfully,
Sam Qavah John.
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