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Gina Medina Jul 2019
Written in stone
Your words
In this child’s heart
Too young to understand 
It wasn’t me
It was PTSD
How could I make you see 
It was never the way you were thinking 
It was truly innocent
Too young to understand 
It wasn’t me
It was PTSD
Pedal to the metal
Heading toward disaster 
Fear and confusion 
Too young to understand 
It wasn’t me
It was PTSD 
Knife to your wrist
Begging and pleading 
Tears overflowing tiny faces 
Too young to understand 
It wasn’t me 
It was PTSD
Anger and disillusion
You’re chasing me
Questioning who I am
Too young to understand 
It wasn’t me
It was PTSD
And when my eyes finally see
I can’t be angry 
I can’t blame 
Because after all
It wasn’t you 
It was PTSD.
Gina Medina Jun 2019
Wasted so much time blaming You
Forgetting Your name, believing lies
And still You knew I would find You
And that was enough for You
To never let go
And I Thank You, for that day has come
And I do remember Your promise
And like a child (again) I am in awe of You
For out of the water You raised me
And into Your arms You reminded me
I am forgiven because You love me
And now Your Holy Spirit is in this temple
And I know I am forever Loved
Unconditionally
Gina Medina Mar 2019
Time stands still 
From Earths perch
As darkness falls 
Illuminating the Heavens 
Magnanimously revealing
Your eternity of light
With this stargazer in awe 
Of Your endless life
Gina Medina Sep 2016
Today my words
stand before your ears
and enter your thoughts
as though
you and I are one
I have stolen just a mere moment
yet grasped
the curiosity of your soul
with one goal
to carry to you this message
in which I so gently carve
into your beautiful heart
the truest word
that you should know
you greatly deserve
loved -for you are loved
beyond this moment
and beyond this line
beyond your thoughts
and the beginning of time
loved -for an eternity.
Gina Medina Mar 2015
Desire infiltrates
corrupting love
created by lust
destroying us.
Gina Medina Feb 2013
There is much to say about waking up
so much it can mean
so vulnerable we were while sleeping
for any waking reality
we might believe.
Gina Medina Sep 2012
Beauty lies
soft, gentle disguise
sweet innocence
facade of benevolence.
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