i wish we could be friends

your protection of me is love. but it also causes injury. every time i begin to heal, another slew of hurtful words tears open past wounds. vast difference from so much of the same. in the pain i will remember the steps we've taken forward. and i will pray that this wishing will some day become hoping instead. 

“Come, and see the victories of the cross. Christ’s wounds are thy healings, His agonies thy repose, His conflicts thy conquests, His groans thy songs, His pains thine ease, His shame thy glory, His death thy life, His sufferings thy salvation.”

– Matthew Henry