Come, carry me into the light, allow my heart to feel compassion's unfamiliar touch and love's abandoned caresses.
Come, heal wounds inflicted within this vile deformed sculpture; an overlapping cut lip, crooked teeth, frog eyes, and huddled form-- my ugliness.
This bullied inner child still roams the murky waters of a grown man and the melody of my sorrow croaks in deafening raging waves.
Come, look past this broken image drawn by God's deft brush-- testing mankind. Learn to be merciful in His light. Come, hear a nightingale's song when I speak. Do not cringe away.
I beseech to you. Peer through the glass frame.
With a tender heart, and longed for touch you can dissolve the resident beast mirrored by my contorted form.
For, like you, I am but God's creation.
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