“Holding On"

They say it clings closely, but maybe I’m the one holding on.

Every weight, every chain, every dead thing entangling me like tungsten vines is the result of my own dark heart refusing to chase the light.

In spite of my dimmed sight, the light still shines.

God, help me to let go–

of my past, my worries, my sins, the people I can’t save, and all the burdens that aren’t mine to carry.

I tie my own noose the moment I think I need anything else but You, and with every step I take from You, the rope only grows tighter.

Draw me to Yourself–out of darkness into light–and in this, I can have faith:

You have set me free,

and now,

You’re holding on to me.

Original sketch credit: Aiden Moore (find her on Instagram @the_closedminded_creative).

Learn more about Reyvin and her love for writing in her bio: Reyvin Bayless. Follow her on Instagram @thatssoreyvin.