Faith

You were lost.
You didn’t know where you were, or how you got there.
You weren’t sure where you were going, but you weren’t going back.

It had been a long time since you left, but the memories cut deep;
like razor blades in your wrists.

You couldn’t shake them, as much as you tried.

Eventually your gashes healed, but the scars remained.
They held you back.
You weren’t yourself.
You cried.
You couldn’t stop.


You felt like you were alone, and you were.


You missed him, and hated that you did.
You were torn between life without him and life without yourself.
You were desperate.

Your faith was trembling.
Your heart was broken, and you knew this was all you had left.

You gave it one last shot.
You owed it to yourself.
You didn’t deserve to go like this.

You knelt.

He reached out.
You saw his hand, but couldn’t touch him.
You felt him.
He loved you.
You loved him.

He saved your life.