Learning to love every broken part of me is the hardest trial I have ever faced.

I've trained myself to only shed light on others when the power had shut off completely inside of my being.

How gracious and patient this love has sufficed.

How slow, long, and drawn out this war has been.

A constant, unnoticed war partaking relentlessly inside of me.  

With my hands to the air, I give up and give in to this unending fight.

This unfamiliar, insane, radical love.