They watched her heart ache; it tickled their pride,
Then they slammed a door in her face.
They mocked; they scoffed, and jealously sighed,
"Oh, that Tourin. What a beautiful disgrace."
But when their lives were left out to burn,
She was the face to whom they would turn.
Though she was the one the hated a cursed,
She would tell them, "I'll love you at your best and your worst."
And all the way something was stirring,
Something she'd felt before reoccurring.
No longer could she deny her hidden pain,
The lies and scars she couldn't obtain.
Her heart about ready to burst,
The love of God could quench her thirst.
"What more do You want from me?", she cried out in tears.
"I've struggled through trauma and faced my fears! And this is how I'm repaid for following Your call? Don't You still love me? Even at all?"
"Dear beautiful child", a voice came from above, "I have always been here. Do you not know of My love? My love for you is like the ocean reaching for the shore, a never ending rhythm for a heart once broken and sore.My love is like a tour jete, leaps and turns everyday. But even when you fumble and fall to the ground my heart will sing at it's loudest sound, with all that it's got, I'll love you forever Tourin Ceara Scott."
By Skyelynn Skelly
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