Voicemail...

Hey, you've reached me. Leave a message after the beep.

Hey, it's me. Please pick up the phone...

[pause]

Okay... I see that you aren't ready just yet. That's okay. I just need you to listen to what I have to say.

Love... I need you to listen to your Soul. Your body is the only thing keeping it standing, isn't it? You can feel how heavy it is, can't you? I know that you can. It's terrible on you, yet you bear it alone. You wont let me help you. I can't take your burdens from you without your consent. I respect you. It's like stealing from you. I don't want to steal from you. But if you give them to me, I may be able to help. If you let me take charge of them, your soul can be left to flourish. It can stop being like cobblestones around your feet. You may be able to move like you once did again.

Please pick up the phone. I know you are there...

I need you to know that I've never left you. I've been by your bedside those countless nights you've been crying. I'm there now, as you fight them. You've been ashamed of your tears. You've been ashamed of much. The way that you walk. The way you speak. The way you look. These are things, gifts, that I made especially for you. You used to like them. Why not now? Because of the way that other people look? Because of how much attention they get for their looks? What's the big deal? The difference between you and them is that they have a camera in front of them and they can assimilate to what is 'desirable' to the rest of the world. I don't want that for you. I gave you a beauty on the outside that matches who you are on the inside. It's a quiet beauty. It's a stand alone beauty. It's a beauty rooted in my strength, stemming from your spiritual limerence, watered by blessing and contemplation, and blooming in divine enlightenment. The enlightenment that comes from the realization that I have never left you.

I know why you cower from me. I know why my name stirs emotions of anger and animosity and misery in your heart. That heart of yours is a gift from me, but you are letting it control you. I want you to stop sitting on the sand of emotion and join me on the stones of truth. The truth that I love you, better than anyone can love or has loved you. The truth that I've got you now, and, no matter what happens, I'm not letting go of you. I've got you now... please, just let me love on you. You and I both know what you look like it when your need for it isn't fulfilled. It hurts us. Do you hear me? I'm not talking about your relationship with me. I mean that you are hurting US! Me, your only true love! I am in pain when you are floundering about as you do! I feel how you hurt yourself in ways you could never imagine! I know how your stomach is constantly in knots from the guilt, the shame, the anger, the disappointment. I know... I know...

Your mailbox is almost out of space. You don't have to pick up right now. Think about what I said. I know what you need. You know what you need. I'll be waiting for your call.

Do not be afraid. Do not cower from me. I know, sweetie, I know.

*END OF MESSAGE*