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Wed, Jul 22
These words are the deepest, the darkest, the true, I knew not a Father or brother, a sister or Mother, I thought I was invisible, just a stranger, no name, I believed I was a mistake, I questioned, I doubted, I said I was ugly, “where’s the beauty in me?” I surrounded myself in silence, I felt so alone, I walked down dark alleys, it’s where I slept every night, I cried, I feared, I couldn’t hold back the tears, I was hungry and thirsty, I begged and I stole, I became broken, I stumbled, I constantly fell, I cut myself open, red ran down like a flood, I grew weak, then weaker, the worst was the weakest, I bruised, I bled, I screamed, and I pleaded, I had my heart grow the coldest, so malice and dark, I tossed and I turned, I felt so depressed, Then I woke from this dream, and I realized it all, You were not a mistake, for all your days are written in my book ~ Psalm 139:15 Read More | 1 Comment
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