Typing away on her laptop, she was overcome.
She couldn’t quite explain the heaviness that tears just couldn’t quite heal.
So many nights of prayers seeking answers and giving thanks for strength, all seemed to finally surface.
An overload of emotions. An overload of striving. Slow climbs. Joys and Grief.
Tears poured in gratitude and in pain. Tears poured for doubts and uncertainty.
Tears poured to water her visions that she prayed would become reality.
You see what she couldn’t express she wrote. Manically. Feverishly. Wholeheartedly.
Unsure of how to stop. Unsure of how to release it,
She continued to pour from her soul in the hopes that something would be exactly what she needed