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Jun 2017
An innocent heart
Broken, but somewhat mended,

Battered and bruised
Is what it is rendered.

Torn fragments scattered,
Widely spread,

Tarnished, traumatic memories
Stored in her head.

Constantly torturing herself,
Wondering how different
Life could have been,

If, but only,
When she was younger,
Traumatic situations,
She hadn't encountered,
Experienced, felt, or seen.

She had no choice but to follow
The path of forgiveness
To remain sane,
She realised that long ago,

Forgiveness became
A minute-by-minute decisionΒ Β 
She had to make,
But still, her PTSD, Anxiety
And Depression didn't leave her...
Oh no!

She still can't help feeling frustrated,
Knowing that her life
Wasn't meant to turn-out tainted
This way,

As grateful as she is
For all of her countless blessings,
She still cannot rid her tainted,
Traumatic memories,
They torture her every single,
Blessed, precious day.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017
This one goes out to all the Warriors
Fighting a daily battle,
Whilst keeping it as together as they can!
God grant each of you strength, endurance,
And peace of heart and mind!
Lady RF - Rosalie Fayad
Written by
Lady RF - Rosalie Fayad  Sydney, Australia.
(Sydney, Australia.)   
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