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Broken heart

Broken heart (Photo credit: TimOve)

I never cut, but held the knife –

Too easy just to end my life.

She too believed all the same lies;

We both prepared our last goodbyes.

Her story comes so close in line,

It just might very well be mine.

Into her hands she took her fate;

Like no one else I can relate.

A deep desire within to feel –

She’d give her soul just to be real.

I know they said mistakes were made,

But one by one these stones they laid.

And sometimes sorry’s not enough –

It often feels like just a bluff.

But we can’t let the choices made,

Tempt us to just give up and fade.

There are no words to help explain,

Why we were dealt these blows of pain.

This life we live just is not fair,

And so these burdens we must bear.

In fear and doubt we made a choice,

And just like that we lost our voice.

Don’t listen to those with the nerve,

Who say this is what we deserve.

It’s not our fault they walked away,

It’s not out fault they would not stay.

We did not cause this bitter end;

Our broken hearts do need to mend.

Deep down within the anger grew,

Though on the outside no one knew.

A silent torment stole our peace;

Not for a moment would it cease.

No one was willing to console –

They said the devil owned our souls.

He had us in his twisted game,

That only leaves the players maimed.

He finds his joy in shame and sin,

So slowly did he reel us in.

But Daddy came and rescued me;

He did the same for her, I see.

He took the time to show us love,

And proved that His comes from above.

He gently took away the hate,

Reminding us it’s not too late.

If you do care what others think,

In time you’ll be the one to sink.

Please learn this lesson we have found,

And take this chance to turn around.

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Verse Of The Week:

Know that the LORD is God. It is he who made us, and we are his; we are his  people, the sheep of his pasture. – Psalm 100:3

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(Disclaimer: The great depths of my sorrow can only be justly compared to the impressive heights of my joy. If you stay tuned in long enough you’ll begin to see the silver ray of hope in even the darkest of my reflections.)

What I’m Reading:

The Blue Fairy Book by Andrew Lang.

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