He was the cross that I had to bear
That hurt so much to put down
I thought I’d die
I tried to
So many times
But the light
That little glimmer
of hope
So small
Yet so effective
It whispers
Stay
And you do
Only hoping it will become brighter
Everyday
Praying the light will get closer
But it doesn’t
So you go a little crazy
Not knowing
If you should pick your cross back up
Or pray the light comes closer
You want to see,
More than you want to labor
The knowing
The wanting to know
That’s what keeps you here
What will happen if I stay
You ponder
Already knowing what the weight of your cross is
You decide it’s worth the wait
So you do
You wait, and while you’re waiting
You discover
.yourself.
You learn
Who you are
Who you’re not
What you need
How you can give it to yourself
And what to do
If you can’t...
Because sometimes. You can’t.
And your focus changes
You stop wondering if your cross is still heavy
Or if the light will come
You sink in
Plant roots
Deep
And. You. Grow
Right where you’re planted
And you discover
That you’re strong
And you can push away the darkness
On your own
Because you no longer have that weight
Of your cross
And you rejoice
What a gift
You’ve been given
How free you feel
You dance. Sing. Laugh
You grow
To the surface
And you bloom
You bloom
You bloom
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