A Lil Poetry (Probably free verse)

Bright & Wounded Star

You're not a bad person, I love you
How God created you
You're starving for hope, against bigger fears, and
you're disused.
It's truth.
I'd like you to hope in this bright and wounded star, Jesus Christ
I'll share more and I hope you wait, wait to blossom
through this bright and wounded star.
You'd rejoice 'bout this terrible trial, not hafta throw in the towel or cry
Your silk lips tremble and you hide
Don't hide
You don't hafta.