Perfect

Never to be mine, yet I long to see you shine.

I hope all it takes is friendship and time.

Mired in doubt, self pity and pain.

Your joy has been dampened by life's unruly rain.

You claim that your "broke" damaged and torn.

The fabric of you is jagged and shorn.

You mend and you weave with threads made of air

Then fall back apart as if the stitches were never there.

If only you'd be the you that I see, buried inside so vibrant, alive.

The seas, they would calm, you're pain would be gone.

You're sailing would be, as smooth as could be.

This tempest you face was you all along. You punish yourself for imaginary wrongs.

You battle and rage in your own self built cage. While holding the key you beg to be free.

Forgive yourself.

God made you this way, perfect, for whatever role you must play.

So let in the light and give up the fight.

The villains been caught, this battles for naught.

You're loved and adored by friends and more, family and god a veritable hoard!

So join us and see, the person you'll be, when you open the lock and see what we see.