I feel like it's happening again. I'm stuck here not knowing what I truly want to do. I have an idea. But I'm too paralyzed to risk action.
I'm betrayed by my own desires that scream to take that risk. But it's those risks I'm too scared to act upon.
If having never lost meant salvation, then I'd be at the forefront.
But having lost...pride, truth, your heart; doesn't that mean you've grown more? Known more? Loved more?
Why can't it be as easy as telling someone something that's true? Why can't one human being tell another that they are loved. Maybe not forever, that would be nice, but now? Now you are loved. Right here. I love you.
Is that not the most beautiful part of being alive?
No comments:
Post a Comment