Dear Lord

Dark and dismal I feel,
As I fall to my knees.
Praying to the one who sent me,
Asking to be free.

“My Lord, who am I,
Why am I here?
I’m different from everyone,
And that’s their fear.

I know I don’t belong,
It is very clear.
They say you don’t make mistakes,
But why send me here?”

I listen quietly,
Feel warmth surrounding me.
“You’re not made for this world,
You’re made to live with me.

My daughter I’m sorry,
This world is too dead.
There is no love here,
They feel not with the heart; but head.

I’m sorry my daughter,
I understand you want to leave.
But what mercy will be shown there,
If you are here with me?

Compassion is strength,
And you are strong and just.
You may come home,
But in your decision you must trust.”

I pause and think of my life,
“I’m ready to be home tonight.”
He nods his head,
And my body feels light.

My eyes slowly open,
Reveling my dream.
Dammed to live another day,
In a world not made for me.