The other day,
I saw you shattered,
crying as though you were battered
your broken pieces were scattered,
you wanted to hide it but the pain lingered.
It’s still on you till this day,
the pungent smell of a broken past
that makes you feel like an outcast.
Adaobi, I want you to know that
you’re fully mine, you aren’t a half cast
on this scene, you’re the lead cast
believe me, you’re always on my mind.
Dearie, I know how you feel
I’ve been there, I know how it feels
give me your past
bring it, the shame won’t last.
I’ll show you how much I thirst,
how much I thirst for you
I love you.
“Let us, therefore, come boldly to the throne of grace, that you may obtain mercy, and find grace in times of need” Heb.4:16