My dear, hurting friend,
I want words right now.
I want words that will fix this; ones that will repair all that is so terribly broken here.
I want words that will turn back the clock and undo the damage and erase the heartache for you.
I want some words that will provide you answers or hope or relief or escape.
Right now I am straining so desperately, reaching so frantically for these words so that I can give them to you, but they aren’t coming and I know they won’t come.
This wound is too invasive, this fracture too severe, this day too dark for mere words.
They all fail.
They all feel worthless.
They don’t say anything remotely worthy of your suffering.
The only language that speaks eloquently into pain like this is made of tears and terrible sounds.
When the heart is so battered and the anguish so full and the senselessness so great, there…
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