7 years ago. Thursday, March 1, 2018 at 5:48 AM
A thirst that dwells where no one is privy to see
It gnaws away at the core of the independent, accomplished her she presents to the world
But never will she let it go.
She cannot.
It is part of her, also.
The thirst comes upon her in moments of doubt, of heat, of desire.
A wondering if the best days are behind her
A fire that destroys and refines everything in its path
A need that seems insatiable
She believed the lie that she must create a way for herself
That she must carry all of her secrets alone, never leaning on One so strong
Like Living Water He came to her
Quenching her every cry for “More.”