I heard those three words,
Four years ago
And I haven’t been
the same since.
I remember like it was
yesterday.
I remember the sky,
bright blue. I was happy.
I remember seeing him.
He was crying, he wouldn’t
even look at me. All he said
was to call.
I called and called,
She never picked up.
Nothing.
So, I asked.
I asked and I received
the worst three words
of my entire life.
He’s gone and
in that moment,
I had to be done.
I was done trying.
I gave up my life.
I was someone I wasn’t
supposed to be.
I started to become
someone He didn’t plan
For me to be.
I was gone, running
Far along a dark path
into the life full of
darkness and shame
Eventually I stopped running.
I slowly started stepping
into the puddle and receiving.
But this time, three refreshing words.
“You are forgiven”
You can come home.
You don’t have to keep
running away..
this isn’t a loan.
This is a promise.
something you can keep,
you can now breathe,
and catch up on your sleep.