Jesus.

I Love that he was the only one who could heal me without hurting me.
All my remedies had quickly become more pain.
All my easing had quickly become more hurt.

Though I could not breath a single breathe without feeling the weight of what it had become.
If I let it go all that was inside would slowly seep into the visible.

Until I woke up and saw.
That all my easing had captured me.
Made me its slave.
It would have destroyed me.

When in a single breath.
He paid for my freedom.
Rivers of living water.
The unlocking of myself.
And he had healed me.