Resurrect

The demons of my past finally caught up with me. They have tormented me. And they have passed.

Now, the day breaks with hope, not just longing. I am able to stand firm, sit calmly, and finally, sleep in peace.

I have faced the wretched faces of weakness, defeat, desperation, hopelessness, hate, fear, insecurity, and all their allies. I have felt my flesh wither, my soul die, my life fade away. I have been reduced to bone and have been burned again till all but ashes remain.

I have lived out my sentence. I have served my time. The war is over. The storm has passed.

As the tears dry, I rise from the pits. I rise above the darkness of the earth and the clouds. I am light to the world, salt of the earth. Marred by a life thought to be unworthy, I tread on, grounded with the faith that has been entrusted in me.

I realize that I am human after all, and that it’s all right to feel pain, hurt, fear, regret, cowardice, and whatever weaknesses befall us. What has passed will never be ours again, but what lies ahead will always be in our hands.

I'm watching the sun set. I'm waiting for the dawn to break.