Rest

Despite the dreams, tears are never far. Laying on the floor in the midst of company my eyes become heavy and release, slowly down my face. I'm the character and I've met my conflict. You may not see it because this war is fought within, deep beneath the skin. Stuck in a world inside my head, searching for rest. But rest is not something I can do but the ceasing of all doing, the abandonment of task and the warm embrace of simply being. Change is coming and I've never wanted it so bad! But the cross comes before the crown and He promises his strength to the weary, I'll take it. Goodnight.