dear pretty girl,

your cries are beautiful

just like the porcelain face God has gifted you with.

your screams breaks my heart,

just like its cracking yours.

your tears have fallen on the hearts of many,

and yet your heart is cold

just like your fingers in the winter.

you have faded into the background of the muted gray wall.

your hands are all i see,

searching for a savior,

something to capture your heart and take it away.

as your palms grow sweaty,

and your stomach reaches your throat

you choke

on the bit of poetry beckoning to escape,

and its all behind your teeth,

steered by your tongue,

that cant seem to connect with your feelings.

girl you are made anew in something far greater than yourself

start reaching instead of clinching your fists,

let your heart explode with love in your chest.

you are shining on this wall of white,

no longer a shade of the coffin,

you dug for yourself.

Christ has found you,

rescued from the pit you doomed yourself to.

be aware that your thoughts are not your own,

and your identity isnt found in others,

stop searching and know that you are loved

and created for a purpose beyond what you can wrap your mind around.

love,

your friend.