Struggling to love when you haven't been loved

I wake up looking for a face to care

I constantly check my phone to find no one there

I embrace my shadow...into mid air I stare

My mother and father have forsaken me 

My brother and sisters refuse to claim me

...My spirit says God shall lift me up...

I lend my hand only to get in return a hand covered by a shirt cuff

I am returned to sender and considered to be an outcast 

I take a breath, look around and notice my feet are on solid ground

My sender is God...and Jesus is my new brother

My vision is ear to hear and a heart to recieve

...This is my origanal lover and I BELIEVE!

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