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Pain is never wasted
So long as she
Gets her point across

her heart has been broken
so many times she wonders
if it's beyond repair.

the walls she once loathed
now surround her heart,
unapproachable by man.

each night she lies
awake wondering if
anyone hears her cries.

but He hears her
and tells her heart to be still
for He will dry her tears,
take her and restore
her broken heart.
for she is His bride.

 Jan 2020 Starving Artist
I know that I have made some mistakes.
Only Lord can you help me to overcome.
I know that you have taken away all my escapes.
Now I am left with just all of these hurts .
You have taken away all of my addictions.
Now all I have is this hurt and no escape.
Still I need you to rescue me from these regrets.
For now I have no where else to escape to here.
Except into your waiting arms to heal me.
It’s a writing-poetry-past-midnight
Kind of night
Writing until light
Hurts my eyes
And the pain
Breaks my mind
Kind of night

It’s a tossing-and-turning-while-my-forehead’s-burning
Kind of night
Trying to go to sleep with all my might
But staying awake until I see light
And then falling asleep

It’s a whispers-in-the-dark-that-will-soon-be-poems
Kind of night
When I climb and clamber out of bed
To my desk and computer
Before the poems go right back out of my head
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