However, each moment I’m awake, it’s like I don’t even realize the significance of life. Worry lingers on my sheets like the smell of stale air as I toss and turn in the annoyance of having woken up to another day. It’s another day of a birthed struggle.
Despite what we are and what we’ve done. You call us to your embrace and call us yours. Tears that formed when I realize all that you’ve done for us. The sacrifices you made. The blind eyes you gave. The hurt you felt. The forgiveness in your heart, For all of the wrongs we did. …
