A spinning world, a painful chest, a cracked heart, and a haunted mind are not the best roommates. They wear me down in every way with torturous creativity.
Thoughts on value and the things we treasure.
But there is a sure path, even if it’s just a promise. There is a light, my hope in the darkness, there is a memory, something to hold on to, and warm blanket, my shield from cold loneliness.
And a sunrise to expect each morning, to greet me with a brand new start, of more time, and new strength, of new mercies, and unending faithfulness.