There is a woman with a heart so heavy,
Carrying burdens no one else can see.
She feels lost, longing to begin again,
yet doesn’t know where the first step should be.
Some days she dreams of leaving
of disappearing somewhere far away,
hoping distance might quiet the storms
that never seem to rest.
The joy she once carried,
the gratitude she freely gave,
the forgiveness that came so naturally
little by little, they began to fade.
One day, she looks back
and whispers, “What if?”
Another day,
she longs for the voice
that once knew the way through every storm
the gentle light
that always pointer her home.
Then she aches
for the warmth of an old embrace,
a place where the world slowed down,
where weary hearts were welcomed
without a single word.
And on another day,
she searches for the sturdy oak
holding questions that time never answered,
hoping that somehow, somewhere,
he might hear them.
She wonders why life unfolds this way.
“How is it that people you love the most
can also leave the deepest wounds?
Yet despite the pain,
you still pray they never have to suffer.”
Her mind is filled with questions,
but silence answers everyone.
She longs to return to Him,
to lay every burden at His feet .
But her heart is tired,
aching,
and so unbearably heavy.
Still, somewhere beneath the weight,
a small, quiet hope remains
that even the heaviest heart
can one day find peace.
