Broken Hearted
He used to sit in his chair
I would run to sit there
just to smell his scent
when he was gone
A child of 6 years old
Having never felt the cold
one November would bring
Tears
Fear
Dispare
Abandoned
How could my world that was perfect
only be so on the surface
Leave me questioning my purpose
was it all a lie
The journey to healing and love
finding comfort from above
always feeling a push no a shove
towards forgiveness
But how could I part
with the emotions that encased this broken heart
so young
so fast
I didn’t know what whole felt like
for pitty and shame
confusion and blame
had called me by name for so long
But then I met him
He saw the depth of my scars
and went right to work
to repair what I didn’t even know was broken
my heart
He began to address
what I commonly undressed
my worth
My value was subpar in my eyes
But the sparkle in his said otherwise
He saw what I did not
He loved what I did not
He wanted what I did not
Me
Others came
spoke like him
immitated his very essence
but always falling shallow
to the depths of his love
They said nice things
but couldn’t master
his tone of forgiveness
His lips rang a melody
that others would cover
but knowing they were imitators
led me to discover
there was none like
Him
The essence of love
true devotion
the fixer of wrong
redeemer of what was once stolen
Jesus
The day I gave you my heart
You heavenly glued
back the pieces
Of this Gorilla Soldiers once shattered
Torn
Bruised
and battered
Heart
Now tears of Joy
No fear
Desparate but not in dispair
Abandoned no more
My sould longs for you
until it has departed
this world
My chest revived
you healed the broken heart
of this girl