Remade.

I'm running.

I can feel you in the wind as it swiftly moves through each strand of my hair.

I'm running.

I know you haven't left me because I can see your face reflected in the light that rests upon me.

I'm running.

I push through the thick grass as it stains my perfect white dress.

I'm running, like a bride left at the alter.

I'm running, like a child separated from their parent.

I'm running, crippled by the fear that i've fallen to far to love.

I hit a glass wall.

You're standing on the other side.

I stand and observe your glory.

I'm captivated by the nail markings on your hands, the torn flesh across your ribs, the scars that remind me of what you've already done for me.

I kick,

I punch,

but the glass won't break.

I yell,

I scream,

as you patiently smile at my aggression.

I lean my forehead against the glass that torments me...

"Why have you forsaken me?" I shout.

I wait in silence for your response.

You move slowly, placing your hand on the glass where my forehead rests.

You look me straight in the eyes.

Afraid to be loved I pull away in a sudden jolt.

You speak...

"You are more than the choices you've made,
You are more than the sum of your past mistakes,
You are more than the problems you create,
You've been remade."

The glass between us shatters.

You bend down and start gathering the broken pieces.

As each piece of glass scars your hands further, You whisper...

"This is not about what you've done, but what's been done for you.

This is not about where you've been, but where your brokenness has brought you to. This is not about what you feel, but what I felt to forgive you, and what I felt to make you loved!"