Abandoned

I can read your heart sometimes. The way it pitter patters and sends a pulse to your eyes giving life to your otherwise distant stare. The way you pick your scabs and cover those scars. I can see the way you want to curl up not caring where..and maybe, just maybe you'll simply disappear. The way your body is tense but ready to jump and scatter or stand on the defensive. I see your insecurities- the way they choke you. Do you know who you are anymore? I know you feel abandoned, thrown off the ship, tumbled in the sea and spit back on land because even the monsters in the depths can't see. But I see. And oh, your Father, He sees.

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-Jade Black