Not wanting to care yet I do Imploding to escape to not feel the heaviness that is another day Would I stay and swim within Where expectations and needs do not need of me, from me No worry No wonder No matter No form Is there such a place the soul keeps loves light Do I want to fight for more Yes but No Let me fulfill purpose so, my journey can end I`m so, so tired my fight about gone Weak is my strength to hang onto will to power me through I only do it for Bill I will do what I must for as long as I must but my soul cries out to THEE Lighten my load free me the pain uncloak my soul at my journeys end Not sympathy Not pity that is not my desire I`m tired tired and my feet sore I`m ready when you are Lord to journey no more
What resonates most is the rhythm of release—the act of putting it all on the page, letting the words carry the burden so the heart can breathe again. This is the essence of writing as survival, as prayer, as an alchemical transformation of suffering into something that no longer festers within but instead finds form, voice, and eventually, release.
Here one finds the light—not by denying the darkness, but by walking through it. There is beauty in that. There is hope in that. And in sharing this journey, you let others know: You are not alone in your weariness. You are not alone in your longing for rest. And if you must fight on, you do not fight on unseen.
Warm HugS
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What resonates most is the rhythm of release—the act of putting it all on the page, letting the words carry the burden so the heart can breathe again. This is the essence of writing as survival, as prayer, as an alchemical transformation of suffering into something that no longer festers within but instead finds form, voice, and eventually, release.
Here one finds the light—not by denying the darkness, but by walking through it. There is beauty in that. There is hope in that. And in sharing this journey, you let others know: You are not alone in your weariness. You are not alone in your longing for rest. And if you must fight on, you do not fight on unseen.
😭, Matthew these words, I'm so grateful for readers such as you. To see within the words and to understand ✨️
Sending love peace and light Debra. Your pleas are heard.
💕 🫂 ✨️ Thank you Rea.