Ugly.
My dearest Barren,
We all have our own ugly. We wear it at different times and different places. We may keep it hidden in the blackness of our hearts and the deepest corner of our minds. I present to you a lamentation of my heart. This is my ugly. My struggle of multiple miscarriages back to back; my closing out of everyone; my anger towards God. This is a poem of my personal grief. Some of you may relate; some of you may not.
What is important is to learn from my mistakes. Yes time is a great healer but there is one who is greater yet. Turn your eyes toward the true Healer and Comforter. I felt betrayed by God for what happened so I reacted by closing up my heart to Him and stoking a legendary "redheaded" temper. It changed me forever and no matter how hard I try, I will never get back to the place I was before without God's mercy and grace. I am begging you, take your wounds before the throne and allow Him to heal you. He will do a much better job than you licking them.
And Where Do We Find Ourselves...
We all have our own ugly. We wear it at different times and different places. We may keep it hidden in the blackness of our hearts and the deepest corner of our minds. I present to you a lamentation of my heart. This is my ugly. My struggle of multiple miscarriages back to back; my closing out of everyone; my anger towards God. This is a poem of my personal grief. Some of you may relate; some of you may not.
What is important is to learn from my mistakes. Yes time is a great healer but there is one who is greater yet. Turn your eyes toward the true Healer and Comforter. I felt betrayed by God for what happened so I reacted by closing up my heart to Him and stoking a legendary "redheaded" temper. It changed me forever and no matter how hard I try, I will never get back to the place I was before without God's mercy and grace. I am begging you, take your wounds before the throne and allow Him to heal you. He will do a much better job than you licking them.
And Where Do We Find Ourselves...
And
where do we find ourselves?
Through
the hurt
Through
the anger
Through
the pain
How
do we find ourselves again, after a rain?
Through
the fog
Through
the mist
Through
the dampness
How
do we claim ourselves again?
Through
the tears
Through
the heartbreak
Through
the sorrow
How
do we regain ourselves again?
Through
the sleepless nights
Through
the meaningless lies
Through
the façade and fake smiles
How
do we become ourselves again?
Through
the struggles
Through
the empty feelings
Through
the reminders of what was lost
Lost
like the little piece of your heart
Gone
forever in an abyss
Never
to return.
Leaving
you forever broken
Forever
scared, to always wear it upon your heart.
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