My dress sweeps behind me

as I tread heavily across the sand,

its edges tattered from wear

and stained golden brown

I carry with me evidence and memories

of moments that ripped me up

tore my heart like the fabric of my dress

and left me wearing thin

The dust swirls around me

consuming me in a haze.

I am both falling apart

and lost without direction

In that moment, a hand reaches out to me

through the wind, through the chaos,

through my uncompromising resolve

to do it all on my own

And in my desperation I reach back,

my hand and my heart clinging to Him.

All at once the dust settles to the ground

and I see His face bronzed and bright

Where he steps my feet follow

and where I follow, my peace is restored.

He is my lantern in the night,

the great seamstress of hearts

My dress turns to silk white as snow

my calloused feet soften

and my heart rejoices

in His grace and redemption

[this ended up not following the prompt at all I realized lol, but I’m just posting it anyway🤷🏻‍♀️]