Forever Holds Onto

Feeling but nothing, everything began to fade. The sound of his voice. The waves became a sea of immediately. Her intentions kept her anxious at the fact that the bough was breaking. She was just enough in her mind to carry herself over the mountain. She physically wore her heart in her chest.
She revived her thoughts to let them wind. The way it was supposed to go. He thought about her. Every aching moment it took to destroy her. She was the backbone of her very own choice of new freedom, a new light in prayer, much more sacred sanctity. She marvels at her distresses as if it weren't punishment. Enough to carry the weight. Will she remain the greatest version of herself?