The silence that I heard in the dark night’s stillness awoke a longing in me I had forgotten to feel. One day the sun shone to harshly on my face that I was blinded, but the longing that filled me led me to a space where my mind could not breath. I walked through the valley of heartache and felt the whipping sorrow on my bare back, I longed for asylum but God refused to hear my whimpering spirit. I whispered and wailed as the thorns broke my bare already bleeding feet, and each day was gloomier than the past.
I had been forsaken
In the distance no light shone for me, until I met a weeping man with bloodied hands, he showed me the way forward and taught me that life lay in my hands… instantly I wanted to die, by my own hand. I knelt down by the river side and felt a sting as I pushed a dagger to my heart. I awoke to find a glaring stranger mesmerized by the colour of my blood. I sat up and recognized love because her beauty was so immense it blinded all my pain.
