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WAITING FOR GOD.

I used to feel like people tore me apart.
Threw me about.
Got what they wanted and left.
I used to feel like no matter what I did,
I didn’t matter.
Regardless of boundaries.
No boundaries.
Change.
Love.
Open heart.
Closed heart.
How great or poor I was;
Financially.
Successfully.
Aesthetically.
As a friend.
A lover.
A partner.
A foe.
Nothing worked.
No thing moved.
Defined.
Objectified.
Denied.
Abandoned.
Unloved.
I realised it was I.
I that did all those things.
To myself.
Holding on to hot coal.
Waiting for it to turn to water.