He Found Me

This world is lonely.

Where is everyone?

No one understands my pain.

The ones who should love me are silent.

It’s cold here—no arms to hold me, no shelter from the storm.

I want to run, escape, be free from the weight within.

But there is nowhere to run.

Then in the stillness, a voice whispers, “You are not alone.”

I breathe in the soothing sound as a flicker of warmth appears in the darkness,

Growing slowly and gently, like dawn breaking after a long night.

The warmth I thought I lost was never gone;

It was waiting within, waiting for me to reach for its gentle embrace.

Now its presence encircles me,

Softly melting the ice from my soul.

I can breathe again.

The night no longer wins.

For even here—

In my pain, in my silence—

God found me.