There are times in my life, when I succumb to the pain. So much darkness overwhelms me. I don't have the strength to hold my head up.
I'm so grateful to borrow his strength. I borrow his strength to continue on. Fighting the good fight. Pretending I have the strength to go on.
He bolsters me, when I feel weak. When change swirls about me, leaving me weak and confused. I seek growth in the confusion. I wish for it to stop.
I seek clarity in the pain. I seek shelter in the storm. I want to run, maybe hide from reality. That's not an option for me. A slap in the face pulls me up short.
Meet pain with pain.
Meet strength with strength.
Destinies, no longer reality.
Goals become remote, but not forgotten.
I continue to reach, unending in the scope of things.
I want to feel again.
What is the difference?
Maybe I will learn.