Believe Again
She couldn’t see it, but she could feel it coming. If faith was believing in the unseen, then her faith was beginning to increase. There was no visible evidence, but the heaviness was enough to make her a believer. Some things you just don’t need to see because their presence is enough to make you throw up the white flag. She knew that to be true all to well. She had waved that flag to both sides of the unseen.
Be aware if you find her alone, because the darkness that surrounds her is quite contagious. Her closed heart was like a warning written on her forehead, to not come too close; otherwise you may become a believer as well. A believer that brokenness never goes away. Some things just can’t change, and the pain reminded her everyday. There was good out there. But there was also still evil. They were both so damn attractive and deceiving at the same time.
She woke every morning to recover from the night before with hopes of a new day. A new feeling. A new fate. A new heart. Hoping that maybe today she could trade her stained heart in for a clean one. But by 9:00am every day she was reminded that it wouldn’t leave. The shadow may not be as dark at times, but it certainly was still following her every move. Mocking her as she went on. Reminding her that her efforts were in vain. She was powerless. The world doesn’t care what pain it inflicts. Neither does the devil. Everything continues unaffected. As if death, heartache, injustice, and brutality are merely just a part of the plot. Everyone must carry on, because there is no other alternative. Or so she thought. She prayed there was a different way. If she closed one more door inside her heart, there would be no escape for the dark and no gateway for any kind of light. The shadows would stay locked away, only to be opened from the inside.
“I’m starting to believe the ocean is just like you. Because you give and you take away.”
