When it's Loved, it can remember that it's Love

I do want to be adored. I do long to be seen in my elevated form. I long for those eyes that see my potential. That is to say, some eyes that see with love. No matter what my form, some eyes that see with love, no matter what my form. In other words, some eyes that see beyond all the ugliness. 

I know that I am here to create whatever it is I perceive as a gap here. Since I'm feeling the difference between what is, and what I want, it's my job to see if I can build a bridge. It's my job to allow my creative form,  behold the problem, behold. There is a need the soul has to be loved, no matter its form, even if it's untransformed, unredeemed, and it's existing in the slag heap. 

It's been so unfair. Do you think anybody chooses to be this disconnected way? Do you think anyone chooses to be alone, cut off from creation? No one really chose this form. But once they were in it, they kept getting rejected more. Once they were in it, they were terribly misunderstood. And when I say they, I mean me, obviously.

Looking at the gap between what is and what I need. Looking at the gap between what is, and what I want. Looking at the gap between what is and what I need.

What I need is love and redemption of all of me. What I need is reclaiming every bit of me. What I need is no lack of love because of my fallen form. I want you to see that I never meant to be like this. I want you to see the beauty I would choose if I could. I want you to see with eyes that have no preference. What I am right now, but also what I could be.

What I am right now, and also what I could be. 

This is a marathon that keeps going on. I started out slow, not strong. And I started it out wanting things to be a certain way, and part of me still does.

But I would like to have discovered this small piece of beauty, every little piece needs to be loved in the form it is right now. And then remembering that it can change its form. Once it's loved it can remember who it is, it can remember that it's loved.

When it's loved it can remember what it is, when it's loved it can remember that it's love.