7 x 18
in the secret of the deep, i find myself drowning in the sorrow of untold truths. in the secret of the deep, i can’t breathe the joy i know exists in the corroded pockets of my heart. and in the depths, i am alone, broken in fear. when will i learn to be honest in every moment that i am awake? to be vulnerable, but strong. to be alive to the lessons of every day?