The many miles seemed to go backwards. My journey’s merely taking me further away from you, not toward. The brokenness, bareness, to know I cannot touch you. The pain of hearing the torture you are going through.
I am helpless. This is the change that has become. This is the journey to take. After extreme highs of course I would be tested with such an extreme low. Not because I am wrong. It is showing me I am right.
What am I supposed to be finding on this journey?
My way back to you, or…