The Expectant Love
I have an expectation to be saved through love. I have this image of powerful hands reaching down into a grey hole I was thrown into. They rub cream on my scrapes and bandages around my bruises. I have an expectation to surrender to a being who knows more than I do. Catch my surrender to life and all of its blessings.
The Fall Called Grief
There’s a well in my heart. I cant tell you when it formed, and i can barely tell you what lies within. it’s a physical thing, though it does not end on a step or a few metres in. It goes down and down into a dark. the musty edge warns do-not-touch.