At thirty three, I sit in mourning

I am mourning a decade.

The time I gave Him.

To Him.

Him.

Grieving how the time I spent

flooded the gates of my being.

How it tore the doors off their hinges

Battered the shingles until they started to leak

Shattered the glass leaving shards in my path.

Time I spent sweeping up.

Hiding them from the world.

The secret I shared with myself.

Alone. But with Him...