Thank you for protecting me from the man you can see but not aim to be—yet. Though there is no guarantee you will truly be free, I will not wait for thee. I will try and try until tears and rain fall from my eyes. I must not be selfish and steal that which will break if not tended to correctly.

Will you hold it against me if I’d like to press play and not pause, read the fine lines of the fall, and ensure I have all the info before deciding to wrap gauze around my already shattered heart?
Which words from whose mouths will I take? I do not know yet, and I won’t know unless I move forward. Grant me peace by granting me permission to try—to try to build a life I cannot see because I...