Nouva Daze

I stand here, stone to the world, soft to the wound. They must believe I cannot feel, but every blow strikes deeper still. I hate how much my heart can hold, emotions leaving me bleeding where no one can see. I always imagined hell as nothing, a silent place of endless feeling: no one to save, no one to care.

Lord, I hear the devil shouting in the echoes of your praise. We falter, we go, yet what haunts me most…
What cuts me through is not that you don’t know me, but that maybe you do.
God, I feel everything, too much, sometimes. But even here, I choose You. In the nothingness, I ask for Your presence to be the only thing left. The steady hand of grace that pulls me back from the edge.