The pain of my childhood
still hurts me.
Feeling alone, unwanted, unlovable.
Knowing other's joy of me came
from my service to them.
Desperately wanting, needing
to be loved for myself and
not for what I could do.
Now, the unworthiness follows,
lurks in the darkness.
Waiting to grab me
in a moment of weakness.
And yet, I live in HOPE!
I can escape those demons,
but it is an every day job
of Resting in God,
and knowing LOVE.
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 1:24 AM UTC
The pain of my childhood
still hurts me.
Feeling alone, unwanted, unlovable.
Knowing other's joy of me came
from my service to them.
Desperately wanting, needing
to be loved for myself and
not for what I could do.
Now, the unworthiness follows,
lurks in the darkness.
Waiting to grab me
in a moment of weakness.
And yet, I live in HOPE!
I can escape those demons,
but it is an every day job
of Resting in God,
and knowing LOVE.
