Broken Boy

I tell you I love you because I fear you don’t believe it.

I tell you I love you because I fear you don’t feel it.

I tell you I love you because others have neglected you.

I see something in you that can only be greatness.

The devotion you have, while wounded, while bleeding, while entombed in darkness–that is your greatness, is your strength, is the Divine Spirit.

I pray someday you’ll see it too.