Dear God

You help me when I’m in need, and desperate. I can feel you there with me when nobody else is around and I’m crippling in on myself, lost and alone, streaks of salty water burning my face, breaking sobs through the silence surrounding and circling me. I’m encrypted by the pain, pushed onto me unforgivingly, unnecessarily, and undeserving. You stand there with me, rubbing my back, carrying me. You whisper soothing words that only my heart can hear and I stop for a while, understanding. Freeing myself within the madness, breaking the black, sticky tendrils created from hatred and disapproval from those around me. Anxiety loosening it’s hold from me. Together I can be free, free from this undeserving ostracism set by the people who surround me unwillingly and undesired. With you I am free, I am saved.