Line In The Sand
The line has been drawn in the sand. And I’m left with the feelings of not knowing what side to stand on. When freedom is found, the ache and sharpness of yet another wound crawls up from the dark and grabs my attention; begging to be noticed and mended like the others. I’m left with not knowing how to heal from the wounds of my past. Not knowing how in the hell I will ever get over those mountains that remain in my way. I’m left wondering if maybe it’s just too much for one person to overcome. The truth is, I’m tired. The motivation and desire to find true freedom from it all has left me. I’ve journeyed so far over the years, finding freedom from so much already. But my weariness is starting to set in. My prayers left unanswered and the feeling that I have been forgotten plays like a broken record in my mind. I suppose we all reach this point at some time in our lives. The coming to the end of ourselves only to realize that we weren’t made to carry this much wei