I remember...
Standing on this shore.
Breakdowns come in so many forms and through so many avenues.
And feeling all the pain. All the heartache.
All the fear. And the frustration.
I questioned...
I asked why.
I hated myself for opening my heart back up.
For dreaming. And loving.
And knowing that... in the end... it wouldn't be what I wanted it to be.
And my heart was weary.
It ached. And it shouted.
I had been holding it in for far too long.
And my eyes swelled.
The tears rolled down my face.
My mind finally stopped.
And my body followed suit.
My temperature hit 102 degrees.
My hands shivered. My heart stopped for a moment.
And then... I felt real.
Free. Comforted. Held.
By the man I've become.
And the God who never left me.
Hope.
Honesty.
Pain.
Peace.
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