To the misunderstood daughter:

Love,

Daughter,

Beloved,

You are free. I release your heart from its captivity. You are no longer slave to expectations. Fear doesn’t own you anymore. You past doesn’t get to define your future. Let your heart forget the hurts that have broken the childlike trust you once had. I’m setting your heart free to be a child again. Trust. The hardest thing to do right now is the one thing you need the most. Trust in Love. Trust Me. Let my Love heal every arrow-pierced scar and bullet wound. I’ll carry you home on my shoulders, pull out the shrapnel, stitch your open wounds, bandage what’s bloody and broken, and kiss you and tell you it’s all better until it actually is.

Beautiful, you are so much more than the names they’ve called you and labels they’ve placed on you. You are SO MUCH MORE. Daughter, I see you. I see your heart. I see the you that you’re afraid to let anyone see. And all I see is Love, Beauty, Perfection. Your heart is perfect, my love.

You

are

perfect.

Remember who you are. It’s time to come out of hiding, dear one. It’s time to let your beautiful heart be seen. This world needs what you carry, for you carry my Love.

Let your heart be seen. You are safe here with me. You are safe now.

I see you.

I know you.

I love you

through and through.