become

there is a dreamer

dreaming you

there is a you

so beautiful

and so pure

that still exists

somewhere beneath

the brokenness

and dysfunction

it is a you

that has been

lost sight of

a you that

you no longer

believe in

but in spite of

all the wreckage

the dream still remains

buried somewhere

beneath the rubble

it is the image

of the one who

breathed you into being

with the divine breath

of his very own mouth

and longs to breathe

you once again

but this rebirth

cannot be achieved

or earned

you cannot work

your way back

to this eden

you can only

be taken there

give me your hand