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 damage 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.
Wanda Arthington
I wrote this poem about one year ago and it seems like I'm healing more as time passes. Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever be a whole and happy person, but I believe it is becoming more of a reality each day. I watched my friends grow and heal and realize it takes time. It is great to know that I'm not a victim anymore and maybe I'm helping someone else too. Together we can make a difference.
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Jesus is putting me back together again.
great line that one, cause thats what hes doing for us to, well fopr those who arent shit scared of the name or anything else about him
It's wonderful that you've reached the point in your healing to where you can see that life is out there for you.
My thoughts and prayers are with you.
I'm so glad things are looking and feeling better for you. And yes, it's a long, long journey with pit falls, wrong turns and d*ad ends... but eventually we will get there...and you will too. (((hugs)))
Warrier
This is a wonderful, heart-felt poem and brings hope. Would you consider submitting it for the Blog Carnival Against Child Abuse? It would be great for our first anniversary edition of the carnival.
I am so happy that you are making progress in your healing. You do help others btw with what you write, and seeing how you are healing. It encourages others to continue forward, there is hope, and the day will come when the pain will not be so bad.
You are a wonderful lady and deserve this healing. I am so proud that you have held on and kept moving forward yourself!
Blessings my friend.
Mysti
This is powerful, and sad at the beginning but hopeful towards the end.
Wanda, I was that little girl too it takes time to heal I appreciate the poem because it reminded me that god can heal your wounds. Thank you and God Bless.
thanks for calling me yesterday
Hi Wanda
That is a beautiful poem and we all are so happy to know you are on that road to recovery and healing. It is so important we all share where we are and how we are getting there and beyond, we all benefit from each others experiences.
peace and blessings
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