Thursday, July 23, 2009

My Very Frist Post "Broken No More"

I was just a little girl of four,
When my daddy started coming to my door.
He said his touch was a special treat,
For his girl innocent and sweet.

I learned to cry myself to sleep.
The pain I felt was far to deep.
The room felt oh so dark and cold.
Oh the damange to my soul.

I learned the rules and played the game.
My life would never be the same.
The hate I felt, I turned within.
This was all because of sin.

The walls I built turned my heart to stone.
No one could see I was all alone.
I never learned to laugh and play.
I only learned to run away.

Jesus looked down and saw my pain.
He wants to rid me of my shame.
He saw the beauty hidden within.
Jesus is putting me back together again.


IK said...

It sounds like you have been through a lot. I wish you much comfort and peace!

Mike Golch said...

249th posting,good for you.

Just Be Real said...


Dreaming again said...

249 posts ..where does the time go ...aren't ya glad I talked ya into this? Grin!

Lily Strange said...

I remember this one. Thanks for reposting it.

Colleen said...

I love this! And congrats on #249!

Colleen said...

Wanda, I meant to say in my comment that I love it because it is me!! Thanks!

Marj aka Thriver said...

This poem touches me a lot. I know you haven't submitted it for The Blog Carnival Against Child Abuse for the last couple of months anyway. So, even if you did way back when, it would still be great for the carnival's poetry section.

Thanks for your honest sharing and congrats on so many posts. Hhhmmm...I know I don't have that many, but maybe I can find out how many I DO have. Cool!