Poetry. Out let.

Vulnerable-abilty

Never seen your face—but I hear your voice.

Never felt your kiss—but I felt your heart.

Never was the best—but still you gave me love.

I fell—far.

You still watched me—cry.

Out of pity; out of pain, shame, compassion.

Now I see—me.

Thank you—thank you—

Dear God,

thank you—for loving me, for me.