Sheltered from the storm

I went out and knew I had to be strong.
But every time I’m strong something else gets lost, more and more, and this has been going on for years,
being strong feels like being hardened time after time.
And then I saw someone holding my arm and knowing nothing was alright. “How I wish he was here,” I let out in a breath. But what if even though he isn’t, the fact that I saw it means someone else is? The first one to understand, capable of holding me even there where no one could? I felt His sweetness drown me instantly, and I could breathe.
Everything He’s wanted, He’s spoken. Everything He’s spoken, will be. And He will be the first to love me back to life, guard me tenderly.

September 10th 2024