When I am empty, you fill me.
When I can’t take anymore and my psyche is cracking, you strengthen me and fill in the cracks.
My soul is slowly dying, but when I call on you, you come and lift it up.
You raise me above my pain, my struggles and everything that’s against me.
When I think I can’t fly anymore, you rescue me and push me back up into the sky.
You help me fly again when I thought my wings were broken.
I don’t know why you pursue me.
I am nothing special.
But you come for me, and you stay beside me.
You fight for me, you love me,
I don’t understand why;
But I’m glad you do.
Maybe one day I’ll understand.
Photo 1: FreeImages/Cheryl Empey
Photo 2: FreeImages/Ashleigh Berger