Surrender

Heavy of heart

She hangs her head
Hurting with a grief she can't share
Hiding an ache she can't bear.
Hear her tears splat on her prayer mat
As she serves her battered soul into the hands of her Lord.

Loneliness, like a snake

slitters through the empty caves of her heart.
While Fear's fangs choke at her throat.
Despair lay anywhere it dare
Since hope had fled.

But like autumn leaves she surrenders
Her will and her woes,
Waiting for winter's wind
To blow her burdens beyond yonder.

He is beautiful. He deserves love

He’s lovely. Beautiful. Inside and out.

Troubled.

I could hold him like a child. I want to protect him and change the world to make him happy.

But he’s strong. Has had to become strong to deal with life he was dealt.

It hurts me that he hurts.

I feel as if I could go to war, to fight anyone who threatens his happiness. I know I sound crazy.

Once again he’s world has gone dark and he withdrew. From me too.

I worry that I am part of the problem, I worry that he’s hurting. I worry about what the hurt is doing to him.

I adore him.

Have you ever wanted happiness for someone else so intensely, even though you have nothing, absolutely nothing, to benefit from it.

 

He needs to be loved. He deserves to be loved.