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Apr 2013
I am speaking to you who is suffering the pain of loss or lost promises..
I too have held it all inside and held on to the lie that no one knows my pain...
I pretended to be the person I longed to become, but the gaping hole of pain would not let me go...
I could not let it go, I could not give it away...
But, I discovered after many years and many tears that in my broken, humbled state, I can ask that it be taken from me...
I surrendered, I allowed my Savior to prune the dead branches..
I accepted His promise, and I slept..
The pain is a memory now, it is no longer pain...
I care about you who is reading this, about your pain, about your suffering
He is with you
Written by
Penny Vincent  Minnesota
(Minnesota)   
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