Help Me to Grow
Dear me,
You can do this.
You can write this application
this essay
this poem.
You can make it to college.
You can achieve the scholarships.
You can make new friends and new experiences
and you will be
made new.
Your knee, your relationships, your prayer life
He can make it all
new.
"So don't worry, little dove.
Don't worry," He tells you, His love.
"I'll be here, watching you from above
and descending into the cove
that alone you can't escape from."
He loves you.
Love,
me
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