What is it like to stand alone? Isolated, deserted?

What does it mean to be broken, to be shattered, and in ruins?

To be in a hole, to be imprisoned.

To be lost, to see nothing.


Imagin sinking deep, to be captivated, to be loved, to be found.

Imagin being fixed, healed, reborn.

It is to adobted, 

It is to be, a child of God.


Now I stand, oblivion behind me, eturnity infront of me, love struck like madness. 

Now I am Me, found, whole. 

That is what it means to rise.


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