Promise Me

Do You promise?

Do You promise it will all go away? Because, I can't seem to grasp heaven. Can't seem to grasp a place where all the worldly things go away. I have faith, real true faith, but I'm worried. Worried because I cannot possibly imagine a place where I don't feel the weight of this world.

The weight of illness, addiction, lies, guilt, death. These are constants in our world, and it's only getting darker. I stumble through the shadows, looking towards my final day.

A day where I will see You, and I hope You can promise me.