On the Cusp

It's the surprise of these threatening tears that prophesies a breakthrough, beautiful and painful.

Submission for Write on Wednesdays and The Creative Exchange
So much recently has shown me that I am just on the cusp.  That there is so much further to go but I have to be willing to look back at my past and face it. Shed light to see light.  And in my silence, God challenges me to let the tears run, but I hold them back, thinking this strength. But this is an illusion of strength.  I am weak.  I am afraid to look where He gently turns my eyes.  I hear Him challenging me on my concept of forgiveness.  And when it's close enough to grasp, I recoil.  "What will happen to my pain, if I choose to forgive?"  He answers that He knows, He sees, He understands, is that enough?  
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