Heavy Heart

I lay here staring up at the ceiling. Wishing this weight I feel would just disappear. So tired of the yelling and the anger. I was hurting this morning, because you were hurting. I know I can't take your pain upon myself, but I just wish there was some way to fix it all. I try not to think about it, but it's hard. You asked me why do I even care.

I care because I love you the way God loves me. That's my only answer. I love because God loves me. That's my best answer. There's no other way to explain why I do the things I do. I have my faults, yes. I'm not perfect, yes. But love is what I strive to give.

I can't help but love those whom I choose to.

My heart is heavy because I'm unaware of what else to do. I've shown myself approve, but still that doesn't feel like enough. So I'm throwing my hands up, and just allowing God to lead the way. My heart is heavy, and I've grown weary. So God please release my heart of this weight and hers as well, because I know her heart is just as heavy and she has grown just as weary. Help me to know and for her to know that there will be a brighter day. Even if we both don't reach it on the same day.