Once again, shes sitting talking to the moon. A song plays on the radio. It was that song. See one year ago she didnt know how to leave. She did know if she stayed she would surely die. It was 3 am she woke to a machete to her neck...a song was playing as she opened her eyes to the horror. She didnt feel God but she knew he was there. That night she went to jail. They dropped her charges and she remembers one of the officers saying if we dont take you, you will die. She never went back. Here she is a year later...her pink cloud gone...she feels guilt and shame for decisions from the past. Even if thats not her any more...but this time she must feel every ounce of her pain. She cant numb herself any more. She cant hide. She doesnt know what to say, what to do, what she needs, where to go. She reached out not knowing what it is she wants. She knows they cant fix her. They can pray with and for her. She prays but she has no words, ...the song plays...and she cries, as they sing I bow my head to pray, I dont know what to say Im not sure how to fix the things Im dealing with Im in a desperate place, I need to share the weight But I just dont know how, to let it all pour out Though Im silent, my heart is crying ‘Cause I was made to come to You So I pray God I need You more than words can say Right here in this moment You know my heart, You know my need You know every part of me So even if its just to speak Your name Im gonna pray She makes a wish. She prays all she can mutter is help me she doesnt feel God but she has to practice faith, patience, and courage. Hope....Hope that it will get better. She now knows shes not alone...and no matter how bad it gets she is part of the #NoMatterWhat club and no matter what means just that.
Posted on: Thu, 10 Jul 2014 03:34:04 +0000
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