My prayers are wearing thin. I'm worn, even before the day begins. I've lost my will to fight.
I want to know that something can rise out of the ashes of a broken life. As my past runs swiftly to catch me, I struggle to find the words.
The rush of the cold builds inside my breaking heart. All that races through my mind is the choices I've made. All that controls my tongue is the voice of the person who once was.
Slowly I left my head from my hands and with a heavy heart I sink to my knees. I try to lift my eyes but I am too weak. I know that He can give me rest, so I cry out weakly with all that I have left.
"I'm scared I'll never be good enough for you." my voice cracks as my heavy eyes stare down at the floor. "All I've ever done is disappoint you over and over again."
"Yet I still love thee." a small voice whispers within my aching soul.
"But why? How could you love something as worthless as me?I've fallen too far to love."
"Don't you know who you are child?" The voice asks softly. Words can't escape my broken lips, I only shake my head in shame of who I've let myself become.
