Your Power, Your Prayer
I waited an eternity for you to realize you didn't even have to try.
Your innocence, in itself, a soothing river caressing the earth, was everything to me.
Your silence, my melody.
Your nervousness, my adoration.
How could I not love the parts of you that yearned to be unbroken?
Like watching an angel question its own wings, I witnessed your purity second guess itself time and time again.
Yet, one day, you woke, and finally remembered, you were already complete.
As your greatest attribute, was the heart of gold, the innocence you chose to keep, in a world of deeply admitted chaos, chaos which feeds off of blame and projection, loss of integrity and direction.
But you, my angel, never forgot where you came from.
This is your power. This is your prayer.