Poetic Prose 3.
Abandoned…
The pain feels unrelenting.
It’s unmistakable.
It’s heartbreakingly familiar.
And my heart simply wants to rest.
I give. I give. I give. I refuse to take. I give. And I love.
And I’m at peace.
Yet…
When the pain hits.
When I feel forgotten. Used. Abandoned. Hurt. Left for Dead.
I can’t help but question who I am and how I am perceived.
My heart aches but it also longs.
It longs to love and care for people in a way they’ve never experienced.
It’s realized that it is oftentimes too much for those who expect too little.
But I WILL LOVE. Unapologetically.
Unceasingly. Till my body and soul ache once again.
Because it has always been worth it.
A reflection of the love that saved my life. My Jesus’ love.
Unrelenting. Altruistic. Unconditional. Love.
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