Hope in midst of nothingA Poem by MariaLife was nothing to me, meant nothing to me, until, I was able to confront my tormentor and my past, head on last, and my faith in God helped me overcome much. He came and rescued me.
Broken.
No going back, no hope, nothing. Emptiness. No feeling, no room for tears. Broken. Too many scars, too many shadows. Shattered. No repair or fix, no glue. Pieces. Scarring, heartless, lifeless. Or so I thought, until He showed up. Why bother coming, I am nothing. I am filth, I am useless. Hope, a tiny speck, within my heart. Life, heartbeat, coming back, coming back... Pain, heartache, what is this? Anger, bitterness, rage, where is justice? Rejection, tainted, unwanted, Guilt, shame, self hurt--- Why bother, leave me be. Who will ever love me? Or even want to be near me? Look at me!! Look at my face!! My scars run deep. All I want is to be left alone. He gently persists in showing me the truth, and covering me with His love. Yet I struggle, struggle to the end, until finally, The walls are taken apart, my prison cell opened, And my inner child is walked out from a room, full of much pain, confusion and rage. She keeps on looking back, into her cell, waiting to see, if he will ever come out into the light... Yet, it growls and pounces, but stays well away from the light. It does not want to be seen, or recognized by anyone, and it stays inside, ready to blame me, for any wrong doing. But what did I ever do, to merit rape, or abuse of any kind? Who am I, to forget such a thing. Yet, somehow in some way, I did forget until, You came and opened up the door, that led into that frightful moment, in which my life hanged from a thread of helplessness, and unforgiveness... Light, healing, Love, set me free, and my heart, oh this heart Beating and very much alive. No longer broken, no longer in pain. Yet the scars are there, well hidden, unless you look closely, yet these do not define me. I am stronger, wiser, and an over comer. There is new hope and new life. You rescued me from my pit and given me new reason to live. Tears, of joy, and sadness fall, from time to time, but alas, now I live and am no longer dead, from the inside.
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StatsAuthorMariaFairfax, VAAboutI write from my heart, soul and mind. Sharing both past and present trials, that I have faced and or am facing. I believe strongly in God and the Bible, yet I respect everyone's views. I myself am no.. more..Writing
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