Wounded Spirit

Battered, beaten, and bruised – a tortured soul, used and abused.

Flawed, forgotten, and fallen from the sky…

Wings broken; this angel no longer flies.

Winded and weary with watery eyes, jilted and judged, she can’t seem to rise.

Thoughts unpure of pain unresolved, cutting so deeply, heart weak and uninvolved.

Marred, scarred, and damaged at her core.

Guilt Shame Anger Rejection seeping from every pore;

lusting to be loved, now and ever more.

All that’s left is an ugly, eye sore…

oozing pain, dripping unbelief – everything seems unsure.

Living has become a chore...

Cold and content, ice feignly in those veins – sensitivity and sincerity scarcely remains.

Setting scorn aside, caring & sharing right on,

Suffering Learning Growing, until inferiority is gone.

Battle tested, tried, and true –

With His strength, she made it through…

Her journey back may be a minute, wings restored – loving without limit.

Swirling sorrows will not fill her tomorrows.

Flight plans prepared though somewhat timid…

“FAITH TRUMPS FEAR”, shouted this Wounded Spirit.

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