One Day
I will stop fighting the urge to deprive myself
The drive to do the things I know will hurt
Because the inner torment drives my mind
To agonizing ends and wrenching ache
Soon there will be Time-
Time for whole hearts and soft spirits
No place for “you’re not enough.”
“You’re too much.”
The future is the gift of words to speak
Deepest feelings, hardest battles
Most sacred pains and breaking hearts
No longer wordless agony justifying
Terror, silence, clamor, deluge
But rounding the corner now I see
Soft peace; sweet mercy; soothing joy-
That beautiful, wordless comfort they call
Restored
About the Creator
Tori Reimschisel
I graduated from Asbury University in May 2019 and am a human and family services worker in Lexington, KY. I'm a bunny mom to Arrow! Catch me hiking, biking or reading in my free time.
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