God sent Me

I carry a peace of the universe 
in my heart.
Gifted to me at my genesis 
I was told at the start that: 
I was a  candle that would burn so bright 
only some would ever truly not-ice.

And so,
I clutch this flame in the palm of my hands
burning my flammable skin.
Because I'm so scared I will set the world on fire
with the latent power within. 
Because I'd rather cremate myself
than never fit in.
Because I'd rather be understood
than try to understand that:
 
God sent Me
my passion to create, 
so I would unravel centuries of hate. 

God sent Me 
these lips to speak,
for those who were helpless and weak.

God sent Me 
a flowered flame, 
that would blossom unruly and untamed.  

God sent Me 
an inferno of words, 
righteously raging and roaring.

God sent Me
a baby bluebird, 
whose wings are finally soaring.

God sent me 
to life's oceans, so that I would never drown.
 
God sent Me
my devotion, 
so that I would always be found.

And God sent me
A candle, 
to diffuse my luster throughout the night. 

God sent Me
the sun's radiance, 
so I would never dim my light. 

God sent Me
a little girl,
with a shimmering soul. 

God sent Me
into this world,
so that I could finally learn to be whole.