Just have a little faith

Cold lips whisper tales of your treachery. Hearts now confined to the chills of early winter. The still air becomes thin and difficult for you to breathe. The agonizing dreams overtake your imagination. All you see is the hurt and pain you've caused. The shadows of your existance all speak the same sentences, "You're destined to fail" they say. "You'll only make things worse if you choose not to let go.

"Now as I lay bedside and dormant, I wonder....are the whispers right? Is there any purpose to what I do next? Will it change or mean anything? It comes to this and you remind yourself that by not taking action, you allowed things like this to happen, you made them possible. So now, as you face the same relentless battle...do you crumble to the pain, like before? Or, do you face it head on and take whatever it can throw at you? I have to believe, I have to have faith. Without it, I have nothing.

~ Josh