More weddings, more photos, more news about others' family addition. As if each blow is a crumpling one. Where others have gone on toward greater heights and greater distance we're still moored, docked - with absolutely no clearance to take off.
Clearly it is not meant for one such as I. History repeats. So sure we were that this time it would have marked the end to this desert - just like last year. That time so sure we were, too sure. And so it is with this cycle which shall repeat ad infinitum. Same circumstance, just different year.
There is not a day that I pray to Father to take me home. I've lived the best I could, aided the most I could, and invested as much as I have. There is no regrets when it comes to family and friends. My only regret is that there was no Legend. But what isn't meant to be, shall not come to pass therefore back home I am ready to go, to a place no longer shall I be plagued with brokeness and heartache daily, a place where finally one can rest.
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