A snippet from a writing piece I am working on:
… waking up in the morning with an urge to love this world back … to the way we were before we fell, the beating of its call, the crying and its tears; it calls in so many ways. Now I hear it and I can’t seem to turn away.
What do I have left to offer this world than arms of my abused body, my broken soul and my fearful heart? All I can do is hold you, share that pain with me. Tell me all your problems, tell me what you wished for that didn’t come true. Tell me your dreams. Tell me the impossibles you are seeing. Tell me the possibles that you are believing. I will listen. I will let you lean into my shoulder. I will hum to you melodies I have picked up along the way in the hope that it will soothe your aching for a moment. I can do this for you. I can offer you my support. I can promise you a helping hand, a praying hand. This is all I have. I will give you all I have.