I’m sick. 
Runny nose, congested head, coughing, sneezing, the works.
But I’ve seen a deeper sick around me.
This kind of sink blackens a heart with depression,
Shames a loving heart with sin.
I haven’t been able to shake this sick for months.
And neither has anyone else around me.

And just like my physical sickness, this type of sick goes away with time.
Time and patience. Time and stillness. Time and rest.
But neither of us seem to have that time to spare.
So we continue to be sick,
And we become weaker and weaker and weaker.

Until one day everything is better and we think,
“I’m happy now, I don’t have to deal with that anymore”
When really, the cause of the problem
Created this sickness and we still have it inside of us.
It’s just gone for the moment,
But because we never fully gained our strength back,
We get sick again, and again, and again.

We never learn how to deal with this sick the proper way.
We let it rule us. Let it tear us apart. Let it ruin us. 
I’m tired of being sick. I’m tired of seeing sick around me.
But like all sicknesses, I know it will either go away or kill us.
Gaining our strength back is where we face difficulty.  

-Me