You

How long have you been there

were you waiting like me?

Just as scared

to give up your grief?

We didn’t need

to fight on our own

but underneath

we like to be alone.

I wish you would have told me.

I wish I would have told you.

I wish you could have seen me.

I wish I could have known you.

Who am I taking to?

The face of regret.

Being too scared to talk

too scared to confess:

I hate the world

because I’m in it.

I hate my world

because I built it

alone.

But I think I found You

without saying a word.

When I’m around You

I leave my world.

It’s just for a moment

but You set me free.

You help me hold it

You help me breathe.

If You can see me

come find me.

I don’t know You

but I want to.

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We’re all searching for someone. In my own life, this person has most often been someone who understands me—someone who has been through what I have. Rarely do I find this person; when I do, they don’t provide the healing I’m looking for. They may provide temporary solace, comfort in the knowledge that I’m not the only one who feels the way I do. But I have to come to the realization that the person I want to find doesn’t exist, not in the way I want them to. It isn't hard to find hurting people, but it is hard to find people that can heal you. And let's be honest, if you need healing, does it make sense to look to someone who’s sick? Chances are they won't be much help.

The person we need does exist, but He's usually not quite what we imagine—which is a good thing. He’s so much more. While we want someone to hurt with us, He’s someone who can lift us up out of our hurt. He can take our hurt and flip it, transform it into something beautiful. That’s much more than any like-minded someone can do.

Hope Mixes

—The Translator