I write for the days when the beating heart within my chest feels ripped apart. For the days when my readily accessible tears fail me (it wouldnt be the first thing to fail me).
I write for the days when my mind spins tales on purpose which perpetuate me as the villain- it is my mind but i have no control over it.
I write for the days when rejection and heartbreak; betrayal and sadness all morph into one and spring on me at once.
I write to remind myself, I am not alone. I have my words, I have my Lord. I have been failed before and I rose and wrote words.
So I write these words and save them, for the rainy day that I would need them.