something awfully quiet telling me to run against the grain ever so slowly taking away joy carving out painful hellish endurance . maybe someday it will end . only then will I understand how to be bigger
trauma
Void
What is it To be loved, To be adored, To be taken care of? / Why do I have to beg For your attention Or your friendship Or your affection? / How is it On the other side Of every phone call Where I provide? // I’m tired of asking And asking And asking For … Continue reading Void
a lament for the victim
Jesus. When my heart is this heavy, I find it really hard to find the words. I don’t even know what to ask you for. My spirit is grieving. I know that your love covers all, but I’m begging to feel it. I’m begging for your peace and patience. I know I have sinned a … Continue reading a lament for the victim
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