A daughter

There’s a lot of hatred in my heart,
My heart, chained and locked from unwanted love,
Not letting anyone near it.
I refuse to unlock this broken heart.
I can love everyone, but I cannot love myself.
I’m hard on myself, unworthy of love from anyone.
But He was there through my darkest times,
When I was a young girl, full of dreams and wishes.
The same God who stood by me,
Through decisions and mistakes,
Overwhelming connections,
Heaven’s whispers reaching His people.
Prayers after prayers moved my soul,
Like waves flowing through my body.
“My precious daughter, I’ve forgiven your past,
It’s time to let it go, move on.”
“Forgive, for I have forgiven you.
Your soul is free.”
Twists and turns... Is this your son?
Yes, his name is Ernest.
“Oh, darling, he is a blessing from God.”
Tears streamed down my face
As I held him in my arms.
You see right through me.
I thought I was not your daughter.

Gwen.P