(A Poem)
I was afraid.
I looked upon the darkness, into the eyes of evil, and shook before it. The darkness knew me, it wanted me, and it whispered in my ears.
I am broken.
I am alone.
The world does not need me.
I am better off alone.
I am alone.
I cried for it to take me already, to carry me away, to kill me. I could take no more torment. I had cried all my tears into the river of pain, and bled, and died a thousand deaths.
How much pain could I take? How many times can one heart break?
But it wasn’t until I truly died, until the last of myself bleed into the ground, until there was nothing left of my heart but an empty vessel, that the wind started to shift, and a voice called to me in the darkness.
“Call my name!”
I knew this voice. It was the voice of a friend I had forgotten, the voice of a lover I had rejected. The voice of love.
So I opened my eyes and looked to the heavens and from trembling lips the words broke forth like the waters of truth.
“Yahushua!”
Love came like a crashing wave that broke through the walls of my heart and flooded my lungs like the first breath. An empty vessel became something beautiful.
I am healed, renewed, restored!
There is someone with me, there to guide me, there to love me.
The world needs me! I am a light on the hill, a voice crying in the wilderness.
I have my lover, Yahushua.
This is the meaning of life, for I will fear no evil!