Somebody out there hurt me too deep, hurt me too much. Stabbed me too hard and made me bleed.
They didn't care and didn't know how hard and how deep the wound would be.
They didn't see how I cried or how I felt, how I died and how I dealt.
Sitting in this puddle, I see the reflection. The reflection of my life, the reflection I didn't like.
That person died, but the new one is just that. I break through the puddle of tears made by the hurt and shine. I shake off that body and embrace my new one. This one might seem empty, but it's not and never will be. This body is free.
I am light and weightless, nothing to pull me down. I am anew in this light and produce new water, but this water, these tears, are full of love.
Looking at this world, it has not changed. It is still full of hatred and human nature, but I have changed. And with that, the world has changed, even if just a little.
Now instead of being dead, I am alive. And I will be alive forever after.
This is the message that we have heard from him and declare to you: God is light; in him there is no darkness at all.
- 1 John 1:5
YOU ARE READING
Stouthearted
Poetry"..As for me, I will always have hope. For hope anchors the soul". This shall be a collection of my words inspired by God and written by the hopeful wisdom I've obtained through the years {unless otherwise stated}. The words I write are as much for...
