You Don’t Include Me in Your Picture

 

You Don’t Include Me in Your Picture

You don’t include me in your picture—
and it feels
like I’m standing outside the frame,
a step-kid in a story
I never asked to read.

It’s okay, I whisper—
though the truth aches like a bruise
that still remembers
the first touch.

It hurt.
It still does.

But everything will be okay.
Because I am not unseen
to the One who matters most.

God is with me—
in the silence, in the shadow,
in the moments when the frame is empty
but my heart is full.

God will always be with me,
and that
is my picture.