It whispers to me softly...I'm broken down again.
I pray to dream again but all I can think is that I want something else to get me through this life.
Time will heal this heart.
And today...I will push through this moment. Freedom is just out of reach, but I will hold on. I will cling to my rock of safety and reach out with the other hand to the unknown.
Can I trust what I can not see?
Letting go with both hands prove to much, but I know that from wounded hands raised high, redemption will fall.
Make me clean again.
*I have had a rough few days, and this was just something that I scribbled down on a piece of paper today.*
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