I lay here.
Battered from a seemingly endless power struggle.
Feel the gravel pushing into the small of my back.
Throbs of aching torment pulsating
throughout.
I breathe, my soul ripped out.
Is there no solace here?
Stone. Cold. Tremble. Dark.
Two pairs of feet pass by
in a distant space.
Cold glances meeet mine eyes.
The crunch of the steps
containing a sense of sudden
urgency to walk away.
Is there no solace here?
Oh, what is this here, now.
The crunching of steps filled with urgency
walking to me.
Warm hands touching my face.
Feel the warm breath enter me,
making me whole, spinning
the remnant strings of my soul together,
tight and knit.
I am lifted up now.
Cloaked in the warm embrace of Him.
Riding towards the foot of the stairway
Which leads to my salvation.
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