Your pain ripples my atmosphere.
The rolling tears of unresolved pain and betrayal leaves you feeling suspended in purgatory.
Your pleas for comfort and relief don’t escape my heart.
Trust Me in your process.
Those tears containing the weight of the world are watering the garden that I have for you.
A place only I can tend and mend, and bring forth fruit.
Allow me to carry the load that’s greater than you.
When…. you… just… have… to…. write…. 😐