I don’t know how to truly love you
How to be gentle, positive, and kind
I only pray that God above you
Will fill the void I left behind

My parent’s love was so unclear
Guilt and shame turned to anger
Obedience, punishment, and fear
Rejection and loneliness lingers

Never told me that they love me
Never told me they’re sorry
Never told me that they’re proud
Never told me not to worry

I just wished they held me oh so near
Make me feel worthy, good, and smart
Whispered sweet dreams into my ear
Heal, not break my hurting heart

A broken parent, a broken child
I carry my own parents scared face
How a broken heart births a whole one
Jesus, only in your strength and grace

Written on Feb. 4, 2012