I write to you because I feel this need, to mention what things worry me in my life. A life which was given by you. A life in which I had no say when you deported me to this world.
There are times, when i am lost. When I have no hope left inside of me for things I want to achieve in this short existence. I cry, I shed tears because I feel so lost that I don’t even want to call it ‘my life’ anymore. I name it as ‘Yours.’
And then suddenly, the pain seems to slow down a little. It agrees to stay on hold for awhile. I don’t know how it happens so fast , Dear God – but it does.
the moment I name it Yours, I’m relieved of my pains.
Is this a sign that in your eyes, I’m accepted ? I’m loved ?
I will say no more then. I have found my true Home.