A part of me wants to stay right where I am.
A part of me wants to hide myself from the world, remaining glued to my anger.
A part of me wants to defend why life is a struggle, and will never be easy.
A part of me wants to tell the world I’ve been hurt too many times to count, and I will never be able to move on.
A part of me wants to justify my lack of action, and remain paralyzed.
A part of me is too terrified to look within.
A part of me never wants to let go of a sickness that I’ve known for years.
A part of me is so afraid to open my eyes, finally become accountable for my life and the healing needs to take place within it.
A part of me wants to remain stuck.
A part of me deeply believes the lies I ruminate on, lies that were originally planted in my mind by people who were deeply suffering themselves.
A part of me doesn’t really want to know what is wrong with me, because then I might be asked to let go of the pain.
A part of me screams to be free from the myself.
A part of me senses a strong duty in me that I’ve yet to fully acknowledge.
Some of me is starting to realize that living apart from, just won’t serve me any more.
A lot of me is starting to believe that I too might find God, and maybe even myself.