She held me in her arms, this is true, but she didn’t hold me in her heart. For it was full of yesterdays, past loves, past lives, and there just wasn’t room for me unless she could let go of that old suffering. I wanted nothing more than to take on or take away any burden she wanted me to. I loved being in those arms, they, at times were so giving while her heart was withholding. Now that it’s all over, I wonder, I ponder, if now that I am out of her arms, am I there in her heart.

by Ryan L. Rinehart


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