It was my aunt’s job to get me to the next station
And for that selfless act, I am forever grateful.

I realize now everything else
after that point was up to me

The loneliness,
the brokenness
I endured came with the package deal.
It was only meant to last for a season.

I didn’t realize God wouldn’t have allowed any of
the madness
if He didn’t know, I could handle
the stress,
the trauma,
the sadness.

I lived as if I deserved
the kitchen sink being thrown at me
and I’d use that brokenness to feed the pain
like a migraine craving sugar, carelessly assuming I did
myself a favor by burying my purpose in the ground;
I couldn’t recognize the bigger picture.