What would it mean to write nothing except for this question as a world full of unspeakable darknesses awaits the birth of unfathomable hope once more?
What lies before is hard to see
The distance behind I’ve already been
How hard it is to peer ahead
How easy it is to see where I am
Between the certainty of the past
And the fog before my eyes
Lies holy ground
A space where I can see
The immediacy of now
After all, who’s to challenge the fog placed ahead?
Who’s to recall the road behind?
The distance in front is hard to see
Yet, here, is glory before my eyes
All distance is relative to perception
When You call everything “Here”
The mist and fog they run and hide
When You speak to them to clear
But for now, they stay
You’re molding me in this space
Shaping me into something new
So that I, yes I, can step beyond the fog
And see what’s on the other side
You come in the fog
And in this moment, You hold me within it
Feeling the cool breeze of the Spirit
Feeling the mist of redemption
Finding comfort before the unknown.
I have never met Chester Bennington, but like many fans, I’ve heard just about every Linkin Park song ever written. I remember my first time hearing Linkin Park. I was in high school in my freshman year and “In The End” was at the top of the music charts. The Nu Metal phenomenon was in full swing and the mix of rock, rap, and metal blasted through stereos and headphones everywhere. Continue reading “How Chester Bennington Helped Me Cope With Trauma”