Broken, and holding onto hope.

She is cold,
She is warm.
She is hardened,
She is soft.
She is sweet,
She is angry.
She is a scapegoat,
a release point for her family's anger.
She brings me tears; frustration, joy.
In her I see dispair,
In her I see beautiful hope.
I see a girl who's holding on,
even though by mere strings.
She feels love,
she feels loved.
She is broken,
She is beautiful.
She is scared,
scared of failing,
scared of succeeding.
Scared to step out again,
only to be smashed down.
Labeled as lost,
as a failure, as hopeless,
I smash those words.
Resilient, but yearning for their love.
Toughened by her life, but softened by His love.
They don't see her,
They don't know her,
They don't recognize her for who she is.
She is swept aside,
Rejected,
Put out to the curb.
No kindness shown,
Broken people breaking people.

In her I see love.
In her I see hope.
In her I see joy.
For her, I see healing.
For her, I see wholeness.
Beauty, in the broken.
Hope for her hopelessness.
Love, always love.