by Jiana Abela Nakashima
Comforting cushions sink as she lays, enveloped in cozy blankets. Cocooned within a warm embrace, a gentle hand soothes sorrows from along her back, as the other gently urges her heavy head to his chest, despite the soaked spots she leaves on his t-shirt. Compassionate words Linger, unsettled in the silent, solemn air, taking its time to infiltrate the continual tears. Despite wounds exposed, pieces shattered, still broken, despair remaining She is seen. And she is held. While there was nothing about her that was significant enough to deserve such tenderness. She wasn’t worthy. Still, there it was. Wonderfully kind. Yet, this all unveiled a mere glimpse into a much deeper well of Grace.
Jiana Abela Nakashima is currently a student at Colorado Christian University studying Psychology with a personal interest in Creative Writing.