They carried you away, but we saw God smile like you never left. It’s a draining season. You’ve pushed and pulled and your limbs hang wearily. Heaviness crawls around your ribcage and settles in your heart. Words echo and begin to sound like screams. Until the day you close your eyes for good and take comfort in the fact that you asked nothing of this world- it was never very giving in the first place. You learn to bend. You picture that day and tremble. You take the hand that led you here and hold onto it. Sit in the back, but listen. Take the long way home. Remember that the sun never goes away, it just sets the stage for the moon. There can’t be light without darkness and they respect each other’s space when it comes to the sky. Lead me in with open palms and I’ll surrender to everything I’ve ever known to be true. I’ll make a name for it. Call it something brave. Something noble. Something holy. -AMT ©️