The truth is, I know it's for the better.
But no one talks about the ache;
the quiet exhaustion that comes
when God plants you in people's lives
to show them what real love looks like,
only to take you away before you get to keep it.
I pour into them.
I love them without limits.
And then, like clockwork, I have to let them go.
Maybe it's because my purpose
isn't to stay;
it's to help them see what love feels like,
so they can recognize it when it's theirs for real.
But it's heavy.
It hurts to walk into something
knowing you'll give everything,
and still be the one left empty.
I think God's teaching me through this.
Maybe He's showing me what we do to Him,
how we run to Him when we're lost,
cling tight when we're broken,
and then drift away once we've healed.
So I'm learning;
trying to trust that it's all part of something greater.
That every goodbye,
every heartbreak,
is another step closer
to the kind of love meant to stay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem