It was unvoiced. That shared feeling, it was not spelled out. It remained unspoken. Maybe that’s why both of their hearts are broken.
Every day she prays for him; that he may forget his brokenness and let the scars fade away, that he may not again think about the pain, that he may notice how in every step she’s there for him, not pulling away.
She is versed on the idea that he may forget her eventually. Over and over she decides to be on hold though many a time she is left hanging. Again, and again she decides to stay though she feels her worth is not much of anything. She agrees to be always there for him, to be always there in almost each thing.
He knew he needs to leave one station
but the change requires
the current to flow swiftly
He felt apprehensive
said sorry to himself
for feeling afraid
Between different conditions
he knew deep inside he was inconstant
but fear blinded the brave,
one step forward was extremely hard
for him to take
Though the heart has its own bitterness, it knows there’s joy. At times the heart may ache but it still finds grace. Sometimes the heart envies but it decides to seek more for peace. And though the heart withholds unduly, it knows it can be free.
Look around you
freely scattered gifts can be found
But it all fade away
like an evening shadow in your eyes
strayed like something’s lost
then quieted yourself
“Have no fear,” your nearest whispered
“Look into triumph,” your dearest taught
“Run and find the arrows I shoot,” said the Good Father,
Go find the arrows
Something must happen