With My Soul

When I look around, oh the pain. The brokenness, the sickness, the disease, of body and mind. The lost, the hurting.
When death comes knocking. When life is taken, when it is stolen, when it comes creeping far too soon... it's a pain that is like no other.

Thank the Lord for peace... Peace that is undefiled and untouched by any human hands. It cannot be broken or tainted or stained with the aches of this life. Sometimes it's so hard to find. But it is there, always.

Though my heart is heavy, there it is. Peace within.

I think more and more away from you each day. I have put my heart far from yours, and have slowly trickled every thought and every dream and every pain down through the darkest places, all very hidden away from you. I have tucked my fears in secret pockets, put them far from you. I have locked you out. And outside, you wait. One day you will, for the last time, try to get in. The door will not open, I'm far from you. So far. And you will for the last time, try. Then you will turn and walk away. And my thoughts and my fears and my love and all that I consist of will not go with you. As you go, you become far from me -- so far-- and I far from you. Eternally.

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