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Jun 2016
At times I am haunted;
Taunted.
Shame sneaks its way
Through the cracks
Attacks.

One flick of the lighter-
Illuminated:
I am not owned
By those lies.
Wise:
To have once been wrong.

I am not owned
By shame.
My name
is Daughter, Forgiven.
He lives in
Me.

My name
is Beloved, Espoused.
He has chosen
Me.

I am not owned by
Defeat.
I shake your dust off my feet.

I fall. Yes, I fall.
But I get UP every
Time.

Cuz He says,
You
Are
Mine.
But now, this is what the LORD says-- he who created you, Jacob, he who formed you, Israel: "Do not fear, for I have redeemed you; I have summoned you by name; you are mine." Isaiah 43:1
Claire Marie
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