Picking Up Pieces
#271
I've carried shame that wasn't mine
And sipped on blame like fine wine
I've sought help for crazy projected
I've never in my life been protected
My first abuser was my mother
Alongside her was my sick brother
Raised to believe I was defective
By one who could not be reflective
Spite and jealousy ruled her soul
It's no wonder I've never felt whole
My effort never seemed to matter
My spirit had no choice but to shatter
Picking up pieces all along the way
To become the shell you see today
An empty vessel only love can fill
Praying every day that it will
rksmith
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Just keep praying for those ignorant and no understanding and taking us all down the road of travesty’s and heartbreaks….
You survived such hardships! 🎉🎉🎉
IF these hardships don't destroy our minds or kill our bodies, trials and burdens shape us, give us depth of character --- a richness that wouldn't otherwise be there.
I trust that happened to you. I know that happened with me as a result of what I've faced and had to go through up to now.
Rejoice in that! We may some times wonder and question God as to why does he allow certain things (bad) to come into our lives. We don't have answers, but we trust his goodness his LOVE for us.
Thank you for this rhyme! 💐 May he bless your day, Genie.