PLEASE DON'T LET GO OF MY HAND

PLEASE DON’T LET GO OF MY HAND

At first, it was me and them, then it was just me…I felt stranded and alone. I was afraid and didn't know what to do. In one single second, everything changed. Then I blamed you. There’s no single excuse I could use to ease the pain I caused you... So then I ran away from you. I wanted to know you more but didn’t know how to. Then it went dark. That single lightbulb that was holding my sanity left, and my world crumbled. Then you came. I apologized, and you forgave me. But I still felt alone; how can this be? Did you not forgive me? Will you also go?  After all I did to you though you forgave me, I couldn’t find it in me to forgive myself. I was so flustered that you just forgave me so easily and thought that maybe just maybe, deep down, there’s no way you forgave me. 

Then the weight of my chains increased, and the burden became heavy. I could feel the darkness swallow me. The little whispers of the lies of the devil telling me that you abandoned me too were becoming louder, I could feel you by my side, but all I could do was crouch down and weep, scared to open my eyes just to see that you left. I know you heard me cause you comforted me. Then I saw it. The key to my freedom. You. You didn't leave me. You stayed and reassured me. It was then that I saw that they never left either. I held your hand, and the whispers died. I smiled in the face of my enemy cause you had won my freedom. He cowered at your feet, and my journey began. The path is bumpy, so I ask you, Lord, please don’t let go of my hand…