A hurt little heart.

It’s in between the little bit of light and little bit of dark, the heaven-prone edge of my eye where I see it all unfolding.

And as a tiny, hurt little heart, You’d think I’d want to run away, be something that’s nothing like a heart at all. And You’d be right.

But there’s this influx of water in my mouth and all around me. I undulate within this globe, suffocated and brought to life with Your love.

And if all the world was like this one moment–the calm after the storm, the dried cheeks after all those tears–then maybe I’d have a chance at taking it on, hurt little heart that I am.