The Freedom In Release

I know that there’ll be days,
My dear,
When the loneliness is just
Too much.
You’ll yearn for company
At your dinner table,
And need nothing more
Than simply
To be held,
Or spend your time pondering
A future
Of aging and dying,
With no one by your side.
All of this will hurt,
At times,
Like a stabbing in your chest
A void
Left vacant next to you
That even
God himself can’t fill.
Yes, those moments,
They will sting,
But I still promise you, my love,
That this life too has joys.
Those which even an eternity
Of companionship
Cannot match.
Like endless travels
And romantic tales
And the freedom of release.
All the beautiful souls
You’ll learn to read,
Along the way,
Just like maps
And the treasure will be your own.
Yes, every single
Adventure that you face
Will always be the first
And your soul will
Mark so many more
In a way which
Only it can.
You,
Are a work of art,
My sweet,
The renders speechless,
Moved beyond words
All those who lay
Their eyes upon it
And are never the same again.
It is true.
I cannot lie,
There will be moments
That will burn
And yet,
When you leave this life
With so much more
Than most,
It will be worth it every time.
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******************** “I’m a little pencil in the hand of a writing God, who is sending a love letter to the world.” -Mother Teresa ******************** I’m 33. I’m a southern-born, SoCal-conquering, recovery-journeying, (future) banjo-playing prodigy, overall rock star, radical feminist, Jesus-LOVING, Holy Spirit-filled, runner, slam poet and survivor. Most importantly, I’m a human being. And I am whole. This is my journey through and to hope, gratitude, love.

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