As I laid there in a river of my own tears and as my body, mind and spirit became numb to the pain I raised my arms in the air and begged my lord to heal me, begged my lord to wash his touch from my mind and body.
My lord heard me, he heard my heart pleading for his grace. My lord responded "My child, this pain you feel now will soon cease. You will be lifted high so long as your patient." With these words playing on repeat in my head I sit and wait.
I wait for the battle between my heart an mind to be over, I stay quiet until the day comes when I can say his name without choking on my own tears.
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A Soulmates Who Wasn't Meant To Be...
PoesíaPoetry from broken hearted girl... With nothing left to give but thought.
