RelfectionA Poem by Sloane HoltI looked at you and saw what I used to be. I was just like you, You were just like me.
The bruises, the cuts, the cast; All of them memories Straight from my past.
The way you stared at the ground Made me remember When I wore that same frown.
The words of your mother broke your heart, The actions of your father Tore it apart.
The bruises from your boyfriend you feel you deserve; The disease of insecurity That hasn't been cured.
The cuts you engraved on your very own arm, You think it will hurt less If you cause some harm.
Your mind decieves you, tells you it's your fault. I guess the reason why I saw you Is mainly to say it's not.
I have felt the sting of words and fists alike. The pain is overwhelming; Sometimes it's easier not to fight.
I have walked in your shoes, but have got a new pair. So let me lift up your chin And brush back your hair.
I want to see your beautiful face; The face that's hurt Yet still full of grace.
You're here on the street because you have no place to go. It's all dead and gone, Everything you used to know.
Your parents split and left you all alone. The one you thought you loved Said he'd come, but hasn't shown.
Please, dear child let me take your hand. I'm here to help you And I know I can.
You see, sweet girl, I have felt your pain. I, too, was alone. I, too, was ashamed.
Til one day I fell where I couldn't be reached Except by the one who knows No depth too deep.
God's arms embraced me by the way of a stanger Who showed me great love And kept me from danger.
I say this with the hope you trust me, And allow me to be God's vessel for thee.
Please, young lady, don't be afraid. You're broken and tattered; You need to be saved.
Ah, there you go; take my hand; that's it. Maybe now you'll realize There's a way out of this pit.
Now as you walk with me, I know your legs will shake, But I'll support you through it all. You won't be moved, not even if the earth quakes © 2013 Sloane Holt |
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1 Review Added on September 30, 2012 Last Updated on March 11, 2013 AuthorSloane HoltTXAboutI love God, music, writing, and all sorts of art. I'm kind of a morbid thinker and some of my posts might reflect that, just a heads up. I know I'm a white girl, but I still love to rap, odd but true.. more..Writing
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