Healing
I remember what it was when this was all I had to offer. Some nights, I am there again. You lead me back out.
There I am again...drowning in an ocean of tears You didn't make my cry. Gasping for air You didn't take from my lungs. Fighting the pain You didn't cause.
And there You are...healing me. I know You don't have to, and my faith in deities who watch humans every moment and just wait for us to accept divine love and healing faded a long time ago. You have your reasons. I don't know what they are.
Mighty Mistress, I recite Your names to calm myself as much as to cry out to You! I don't expect that You'll hear me. I don't expect that You'll come for me even if You do hear me.
And there You are!
I do not have the words for my gratitude. "Thank you" sounds too simple. Anything else sounds performative and empty. I'll choose simple as long as it's genuine.
Thank you.
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