Why did you let anyone ever tell you
your true heart was anythnig other than
perfect exactly as God created you to be?

I wonder if you even feel its muffled beat
and remember all it knew in the beginning,
when you saw my face and knew our place.

I have watched those you have loved turn
and tear you to tiny shreds or put you in a box
and I have felt you do anything to bury yourself

In work or one diversion or another, some
that just gave you the short-lived satisfaction 
of subjugating the steady waves of shame.

How long have you allowed your thoughts
to be held prisoner by their voices swimming
through your heart and mind and you lost

At sea, having drifted far from the dream
of how you came to change the world with love?
Listen, my love. Just listen now for its whisper.