I have been broken.
Left in despair,
thrown out on the curb for all to see.
I have been beaten.
By the lies society
for so long told me were acceptable.
I have been humiliated.
By the ghosts of my past,
the ghosts I loved and cherished.
But you,
you were different.
You encouraged change,
in fact demanded it.
You made those ghost disappear
and brought new life in their places.
You are humble,
gentle,
loving,
you are sovereign.
You've picked me up from the muck and filth of this world
and given me a life worth meaning.
And for that I am forever grateful,
I am forever yours.
But.
I am broken still,
beaten still,
humiliated still,
and yet you accept me.
Still you love,
you love me with all my countless blemishes.
Why?
How?
Perhaps, I'll never know.
But what I do know,
is that through it all
I am faithful.