Sis

How does it look from up there? When you lie to yourself about your worth? Have you realized you don’t belong yet? I should be the one looking down upon you. You should be the one on your knees. Begging my forgiveness. Granting you your own, you pathetic, wilted Thing. You once asked me if I thought there was anything left of you that God could save… “God? What God?” You don’t deserve his Grace now. The next time you know my love again, will be in that little room in the field. With the dirt floor. Watching the running horses through the window. Because in Heaven, we are all forgiven. 

Until then, I hope you feel the burn.