Rescue

I question myself more than I should
am I alone?

Do others feel this burden
the feeling of never truly being home?

Who am I if no one tells me
would I be happy with who I was?

Trying hard not to care
but longing for approval.

From people
I don’t care about.

Ice has frozen my dead heart
to make it beat I need something.

Something more, something grand
your love, your grace, your hands.

Lifting me to my rescue.

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