Musings on Life from a Dead Girl

Valley Low

Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I will come out the other side made anew.

I drop down into ravines and climb the summits.

I walk some in silence, then cry out to a God I'm sure's not listening anymore.

If He ever was.

I keep moving.

Through the dark and cold.

Through scorching sun and summer heat.

I don't stop.

Not even as my muscles protest and my body aches.

I keep going even though I don't want to.

Even when I know stopping is easier.

I walk through the valley.

One day I see the sun peaking for under the clouds.

I'm on a hill face.

A grassy knoll filled with wildflowers.

Looking down over the world.

I turn around and see have far I've come.

I realize then that I didn't even notice making it out.

I just did.

I see what I've been through and looking down it looks so small. 

Through perspective and time, I am able to look back and call these things small.

 I look back now and realize that I am the one that turned my face away.

His eyes were always on me.

 He has never left me or turned away. 

He walked through the valley beside me. 

Leading me to the other side.