As I lie in bed at night, feeling unloved, unworthy, and unwanted by anyone or anything in this entire world, he reaches out to me and my tidal wave fears become smaller than a grain of sand.
When the weight of my stress becomes so heavy, far too burdensome to bear, again, he reaches out to me and my burdens become my encouragement to move forward.
Each time I decide it's time to throw in the towel, give up and never try again, his loving arms open and they again reach out to reward me for my hardships.
Every time I feel the weight of a simple embrace, I remember what it is that gives me the strength to continue.
It is reaching out that gives me courage to fight the demons that threaten to pull me under each and everyday of my life.
I'm no genius, but that is what I believe love is supposed to look like.
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Random Short Glimpses Into My Mind
RandomA collection of short stories, poems, and emotionally charged pieces. Writing has become an outlet for me to express any positive or negative emotion I may feel. If you feel like you're feeling something deep down and want to know if you're the only...
