She Lost Her Scars
In a house filled with happy people, I had two choices. 1. Expose the sadness that was dwelling inside or 2. Conceal all my feelings that overwhelmed my inner being. I choose to go with the latter but my lungs wouldn’t allow it.
As long as I could, I held in every sob and blinked away every tear that tried so hard to leave my eyes. Moments passed and I realized I was losing the battle.
I don’t get to choose what happens to me in this world.
In the passed couple of days life handed me handfuls of happiness. Every time I reached out and grab one, my hands were too feeble to hold up the very thing that would heal me.
I know this sounds strange but maybe I’m just not ready for it yet. Maybe I need more time to swell in the pond of ice cold pain. Maybe I’m just not ready for the great and wonderful things that God has waiting for me.