Relentless Pursuit

I don’t know if my mind still knows the way, or if the path ahead is just a fading gray. These endless nights stretch like centuries long, haunted by a dream that whispers, yet feels wrong. I don’t know if I’m truly free, or bound tight, if I’m walking the path that God would invite. Am I nursing wounds that ache deep in my core, or donning a mask that hides the hurt I ignore? Maybe I’m caught in this relentless chase, grasping at shadows, losing my grace. These worldly desires weigh heavy on my heart, planting seeds of worry, tearing my soul apart. Oh, how I long to speak with the me of tomorrow, to look into his eyes, to share all my sorrow. “Have you found the peace that time promised to bring? Or are you still wrestling with the same haunting sting?” “Did you achieve the dream that keeps me awake? If you’ve made it, please show me the way to awake. And if you’ve lost hope, if the darkness still stays, tell me how to escape this unending malaise.” I bear the shame of feeling so low, crushed by the weight of a life that moves slow. I wish to be stronger, reborn from the pain, to rise from the ashes, to dance in the rain. Please, dear God, forgive me for wrestling with doubt, for the whispers of fear that leave me without. Extend your warm hand and guide me from strife, for without your direction, I’m lost in this life.