Jagged memories
Of a broken child
Rip along sunken cheeks.
As the times pour out,
I envy the old me.
Innocence, purity and smiles
Seem lost in photos;
A chapter in a tragedy.
My soul is bruised,
Bettered into small pieces,
Crushed by white stones,
Beaten by selfish hands,
Ripped by boney fingers,
Left scattered for the swine.
Shards of pain
Lodged into the depths of my heart,
Blocking any source of redemption.
The little girl has died,
Left alone is a desert
With her precious body limp and love ridden.
The armies of ice
Destroyed her hopes and dreams,
Severed the heads of trust,
And burned any remaining hope.
I am powerless,
Left to the hands of murderers.
But god has spared me,
Lighting a candle
To submerse the evil in light.
God’s hand has lifted me up,
Sweeping my shattered soul together,
To give me a second chance,
Bestowing dreams upon me
That I thought I had lost.
God spared my broken soul
To fulfill a divine mission;
To inspire others to believe in themselves.
Despite what I have done,
His love is unconditional,
Filling me with his redeeming grace.