I am crying on behalf of my innocence, for the sweetness that gets swallowed by choices made from a wounded heart.
I want you to see me. See the me that is not defined by my mistakes. See the me that is learning not to be bound by my suffering or stuck in the way it was.
Bring me to the field of daisies to dance! Let me spin and run free! Let the wind blow my worries to heaven for the angels to turn into cake!
I want my heart to be held and forgiven. I want the tender parts that are revealing to have a safe place to be.
I want to see you. See the you that is not defined by your mistakes. See the you that is learning not to be bound by your suffering or stuck in the way it was.
