Underneath it all

You have no idea where I'm coming from
Or how my journey has been.

Hell, you damn well have no right to judge me
Cos you do not know me.

Feel free to blow your self righteous trumpet.
But for some of us, there's absolutely nothing left
Nothing to boast about but how broken it has left us.
And how the brokenness has brought me here.

I'm a testimony and I know it
Without proof, there's much more....
A baggage of sorts yet to know about me.
Still, the most important things, stay pending.

Breaking rules just to make you see
To understand the imperfection that lies beneath the skin.
And the brave-front shield.
A defence against the need to be covered.

A smokescreen.
Hiding the essentials way beneath the shroud.
What do you see when you look at me?
Brokenness or the beauty of it?
Can you stomach seeing these processes?
Or even allow it break your heart enough to love me?
Will you take my hand and walk with me?
Clearly not.

So, if this is not destiny, why hold on to you?
I forgive you.

With love. 

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