This one speaks for itself

Somewhere in between who I am and who I believe I should be
In the midst of pain and growth and renewal of the spirit
Often there comes an urge to reach out and find someone who will listen and recognize and reciprocate on some level
A past of reaching for those not yet ready to breech those monumental fears leaves me hesitant to reach anymore at all
The result is longing drenched in loneliness
Is it quiet desperation?
Tired of wondering and seeking affirmation that this is the norm
Desiring instead to believe that whatever it is, it is ok, because it is mine and I want to own it
Liberating and so fulfilling to be where I am
Draining to embark on this journey
Down paths that have become overgrown and hidden
Becoming set apart in a new way
A way that promises not to leave me huddled in fear and shame
I’ll be standing instead in Truth
This is when brokenness becomes beauty