Beautiful Stranger

I lay encased in shadows. Afraid of what's to come. My fear of the future...My fear of pain....My fear of failure, kept me from living my life. It was if I was sleeping in a coffin simply awaiting death. I had given up many years ago, had decided that there was no hope, no future. No life left in me. So many mistakes...So much pain. I had done so many things wrong....Screwed up my whole existence. I was dying every day I lived. Every moment I struggled I was pulling the grave cloth farther over my face. I was hiding from my pain....Hiding from my fear....Hiding from myself. No forgiveness, no love. I was trapped, digging my grave deeper and deeper into the soft ground. For so long I was to afraid to cry out, to ashamed to ask for forgiveness. The words echoed through my skull... Unworthy......Hopeless.....Ashamed... But one lonely night when I was simply finished living in pain, I began to lower myself slowly into the grave I had been digging all those years. As I began to fall into the chasm of darkness. I saw a strong hand quickly reach out to catch me. It's not to late he whispered in my ear It's never to late to turn towards me... Dangling in mid air I looked into the face of the Beautiful Stranger. So perfect...So radiant... Could he be right? I wondered. Is there any hope left to keep me from plummeting into death?The stranger grasped me more tightly. He slowly pulled me up from the abyss and wrapped me into his powerful arms. There is always hope my daughter He spoke gently There is always hope.
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