Nothing seemed right in her sight. She was either running or chasing something away.
It was not because someone was holding her captive.
Or because she was being stalked.
But something was growing in her so dark threatening to overtake her whole life. She had absolutely no control whatsoever.
She was beautiful but she was beautiful in a way a forest fire was beautiful .A fire that spread rapidly without mercy. A fire that forgot its cause but just run without a sense of direction.
She was clearly broken. Not helpless but broken. And as the darkness grew inside of her it became impossible for anyone to be around her.
And they all left. Not because they wanted to but she would not let them stay. They gazed at her from a far distance with pity in their eyes. And she resented it. She was tough from the outside, with a hard crystal exterior that had gone black with time.
On the inside her soul screamed “DON’T LET ME HIT THE GROUND”!
But no one knew. No one knew of the constant battle that was raging, fighting within her. Two sides forcing to break free. It was a sweet feeling of pain that numbed her senses.
And the One who knew.
The One who saw the shadows dance in her eyes reflecting the torment in her soul. And He waited. Waited the perfect moment.
He was always beating out the drum and calling out for her. And just once she actually listened.
Then she followed the beat that matched the thumping of her heart. And there He was: The One!
With open arms that held all the answers and warmth she looked for.
And she runs.
WE RUN INTO GOD’S ARMS!