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Tide pool

In April, I created a reflection and poem about my previous relationships and the painful breakups that came after them. It's a heartfelt cry to God. May God's love become a healing salve to the wounds in your heart: I waded in a tide pool of many emotions. My eyes were wells of endless water flowing down. The wells were dry And the tidepool was a pit of sand. So many distractions So many hurts So many disappointments Led to a great numbing of my mind Numb I became. Another man gone? My muscles are flexed. It's just another fly on the screen. Look the other way And it's out of sight. But no. The sting After a large dose of a loneliness inoculation, it permeates and penetrates to the recesses of my soul. I feel. I'm hurt. I want to say, "Ow." But I can't stop now. I'm out of breath in this hot house. Is there a way out? Will You unlock the door? Will you take Your hand, your fingers, and sew my heart's torn seams? Will you fill the voids with Your cells and tissues? As I drifted to sleep, He spoke to the depths of my heart and on behalf of others: I will give you the cells and tissues needed to repair other's hearts. I don't just fill in the cracks with cement or clay. Everything I make is permanent and lasts forever. You're always with me. Don't ever feel like this.

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