And the Child Cried,

“It’s the day before the end of the world

And the sky is raging.”

Take me now, God.

Take me now, because I think what’s about to come

isn’t gonna be pretty.

Some moments are going to be breathtakingly beautiful. 

Like the rain today.

That was stunning.

I thought,

Everything is going to be OK.

But, truth is,

Everything is NOT going to be OK.

And that scares me.

Because when I fall apart, I have to be the one 

to put myself back together.

No one’s going to be downstairs, taking care of the world,

while I take a break and run away from everything else 

because all I can hear

Is the screaming inside my head.

Boys? That’s what you’re going to miss? Boys?!

Well, I’m going to miss my sounding-board for sanity 

living right down the hall.

And right now, I’m starting to crack.

That peace I knew couldn’t last, and yet,

I hoped it would.

And she’s cracked all over the place. 

So how am I supposed to find my sunlight reflected

in someone else so dark?