A cage has a key, somewhere.

If I could write you a poem to stitch you back together,

I would give up,

My heart. My mind. My soul.

m.e.

To mend you,

Anything.

Just ask, please.

My little heart aches.

For you.

This is my gift,

My sha – tt – er - ed words.

Be,

Present.

Be,

You

Be

Beautiful

Because

You

Are

Believe.

From the tip of your toes to the crown of your head,

You are my queen.

And you rule my world,

So be kind,

My fields need to be nurtured, because they are not fertile,

For, they are yours and so,

I shall grow for you.

Toothpick skyline,

You are my byline.

.be. re-written,

As I am empty,

So, I can b.e. filled,

Just not yet.

Shattered, shards, stick.

Stuck in hate,

Don’t hate any longer

For I hate him enough for you.

Be grace.

Because the broken are born into brokenness,

And he was born too.

Selfless selfishness,

seeks to save.

So swim, soar, swallow,

The truth.

You. Are. Loved.

So be free.