Living

The whole in my heart, the ache, the longing, the elephant that often sits upon my chest. Unraveled, undone, my knees have hit the sand. I look down at my bare toes, rub my eyes and look back. Frightened, scared...I don't want to be here. How did I get here? Oh not here...Anguished flooded my soul. Vast, uncharted, no boundaries. This all spoke to me, unsafe. I wanted to run and hide. I wanted to give up. I don't want to live here. Please don't make me live here...The air was thick filled with moisture. As I stood still, a gentle breeze blew across my neck and whispered in my ear,  "I want you to live."