Orphan spirit

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Note:

This poem is a loving reflection and response to my previous piece, Dearest you. After sitting with those words, I realized what I was truly confronting the orphan spirit.

This poem is my way of acknowledging it, analyzing it, and gently correcting it in truth and love.

I am no longer in agreement with the lie of abandonment.

This is my declaration of belonging.

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Dearest me,

who carried the orphan spirit

who believed every goodbye was your fault,

every silence was earned,

every ache was proof you weren’t enough.

You made yourself the cause

of every departure,

as if being unworthy was your original name.

Yes… accountability is holy.

But you’ve worn it like chains,

forgetting that other people

also made choices.

Also turned away.

Also failed to stay.

You were never too much.

You were never not enough.

Some people leave,

and it has nothing to do with your worth.

You’ve walked through this world

as if you didn’t belong to anyone.

As if no one chose you.

As if you had to earn what should have always been yours.

But you have a Father.

You have a Father

who has loved you since breath.

Who never left.

Who waited for you in the quiet.

Who wanted space in your heart

where others only borrowed.

I see it now.

I rebuke the lie.

I come out of agreement with every whisper

that said I was abandoned, forgotten, unworthy.

I am not an orphan.

I am a child

of the Most High God.

My Abba.

My Father.

My Dad.

And I am loved

wildly, wholly, eternally.

Even “love” feels too small a word

for what He has for me.

song: This Alter (Live) by Psalmist Raine