Evita

You deserve to be respected. You are a creation of God. He crafted you carefully to be a work of art, and placed you in this masterpiece world. You are beautiful. Your smile brightens up the day of people around you. There are really lots of people who know you are important and you are truly special. You are an inspiration to the children. A little girl wants to be like you when she grows up. A little child would want to come to you when he cries or he’s beaten up. You are an art. You create art. You make new worlds and give life to them. You make the letters speak of emotions so genuine. You create stories that spring into life in full inspiration of your Master. That was you.

Who are you now?

The beautiful creation of God is broken into pieces. The sublime art is now full of dirt and stinky. You fake a smile and pretend that you’re ok, but your heart bleeds. You wished for respect, for true love, for affection and for real emotions. Your heart is emptied of feelings. You became numb after all the heartaches and pains. You cannot look straight in the mirror anymore. You cannot recognize the once cheerful girl. You cannot mimic your laughter before. All are mechanical. You are trying very hard to live and survive in this world. The masterpiece world suddenly became a dry barren place. You missed you.

You have redeemed yourself too many times. Tried to be beautiful again before you Maker’s eyes. Tried to walk in the straight path and head on for the right goal. But you have been so weak. Immersed in this valley of sins, it was so hard for you to move on to a new life. Where comes your help? From your Creator, but over and over again you fail Him. You can’t flee from the shackles of this material world…

Now counting the days, where do you go from here?

Deep in my heart I’m concealing

Things that I’m longing to say

Scared to confess what I’m feeling

Frightened you’ll slip away

You must love me….