Pain to acceptance
When the tears burn you know their real. People may ask what's your deal. My answer when someone grabs you and reels. You want them for life. To help you fight. Your pain is no match for your bond. I mean come on. the space between shouldn't hurt. But sometimes it pushes me into the dirt. At least I know I am not forgotten or pushed away like I'm rotten. but instead restored. In the faith that god pours.
