It's there! The pain...
Fine dining on my inner thoughts,
THEN, lounging on the sofas of my mind. It's there! The hurt...
Surfing through my bloodstream,
Splashing doubts...fears, unearthing the "WHYS"? and the "WHAT IFS?".
At times I felt dead- maybe I wanted to feel dead...
BUT only in my head.
Pain caused me to feel broken- lonely- even in a crowd.
Stifling my voice of happiness, drowning my hopeful gleams.
Killing me slowly...softly...leaving its permanent scars...
But through the pain, I now soar,
a soul painfully broken, but divinely cured.
Whoever said that we had to hurt to learn?
The only compensation I got from pain, was RAGE.
Well... I used to be angry- ofcourse until peace stepped in - His peace.
And now all I see is beauty- beauty in my brokenness.
I can now smile, though I'll never fully understand the detour.
Why life chose to break me? I may never be sure.
The pain; yes, it's still there; driving me to be more...
To be a better person than I was before...before life ***** me...before it fractured my hope, trust, dreams!
Before anger broke me!
Forcing me to be a better woman- one of strength, whose beauty blossoms through pain.
Yes! There is beauty in my brokenness,
because now I'll never be the same.
Through pain, life has taught me in a day, things years failed to...
Life happens, and we've just got to play its game.
There may be speed bumps on the highways, large potholes to go through
But if you look closely-through your tear stained eyes, You'll find beauty in your brokenness,
Just as I did in mine.
#painfully broken-Divinely cured#
(For the girl whose pain turned to praise)
Wrote this poem while I was going through one of the roughest times in my life. Couldn't understand it at the time, but I learnt to trust His process.