The fragments of my broken heart surrender to the one who can piece it all back together. So torn and worn, and aimlessly written on. The one who can erase it all and help me start anew. He only waits patiently for the day that I choose to surrender. That day that I choose to lift my arms up to Him and plead, 'Take it all.' That day that I choose to believe in someone so much bigger, so much wiser. That day that I choose to follow the path so graciously laid out for me by the one who loves me the most. Would I change or take back the trials I have taken on? No. I ask myself what in the world would make me want to throw away what has only molded and shaped the young woman that stands before the world and the face of the Lord every single day--nothing comes to mind. What is left of my battered heart, holds on to the light that still flickers. The flame dwindling, sparks no longer to be seen. An overwhelming amount of ashes piled up, built around the walls like an electrical fence, closing me in. As the flame still is warm, my body embraces the damaged source of euphoria. I embrace what has only made me stronger. I accept what has put me to the ultimate test. I love what has pushed me to find meaning. I am inspired by what has equipped me with brand new tools and resources. I thank the enemy for fighting a good fight. I commend the enemy for working so fervently. I say goodbye to this source of evil, once and for all.