How Could He?

Once when I was a kid, I believed the world could do no wrong. I thought people were good at heart and they only meant well.

I've done it over and over, countless times. Hoping to find that one person that was going to care about me, that one person that loved me enough to show me honesty, compassion and respect. Each time, I trust and each time I believe, I am proven that such people don't exist in the world.

It's funny how the world works. I mean, one day you are on top of it and the next you have a million footsteps crushing you down. The weight and burden that so many people have. That burden of not knowing the simple truths in life.

I wonder if I'll ever truly know the world of honest love. Years ago, it came to me and I walked away not knowing what it was. Now I see it for what it was. Pure and joyful.

My body and soul are numb from the crushing realization. I want to scream and cry but I'm always so stoic and strong - too proud to let this beat me. It's not as if it's a war or a battle but it feels like I have vice on my heart. My throat constantly dry and the tip of my tongue is numb. My body aches and my soul is dark yet today I will break through the wall. Fear or not, I am worth it and I will prevail with or without true love.

[...And out of the rubble immerged an angel, an angel of God, to tell the world that life will go on.]

Today, I believe it will and I'm hear to tell the story.