Every morning a new battle rages from within
The heart. Stained it is by sin, and guilt. Angry
Words are thrown violently against t walls of this
Place.
B..R..O..K..E..N
Is my spirit to see the destruction I have caused.
Loved deeply without condition, not worthy of the one
With which I share my ring, and his name.
A child sleeps, so sweet, so innocent. He has done nothing
To deserve such hands of neglect and pain.
Fearful.............
Am I that they are, LORD to you I cry.
Lead me to your sanctuary, Save me, to
Save them I pray.
Tears cloud my eyes as
A hearet begins to mend.
Shadows lifted, light shines from within.
Praise you GOD, a battle won with grace,
Redemption my new found name.
Author notes
Sometimes balancing between new mother and wife is a difficult battle to win, Especially when you begin to lose your sense of who you are... or were. Being both is a gift from God and a blessing, but the enemy does everything to take it away. This poem is about my internal battle to juggle it all and still have some sanity!
Please tell me what thoughts and emotions this poem brings
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I remember when my son was born,this is going to sound strange
everytime I had been asked my age 24 would pop into my head and it is not because I have memory loss
but that was the year I had my son, so forever it seems I thought how strange it is that 24 pops into my head everytime I am asked my age, on my sons 24th birthday, I realized.
I was his age 24 years ago and finally connected the why
I remember holding him and he became my life, so my life as I knew it had ended at that very moment at least it had seemed, wait and see you do loose a part of you but you gain another part.
it seems God is very clever
I enjoyed absolutely this heartfelt write
so very familiar
I sooo love yor ending and you AN
God bless you my friend...
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This is a beautiful story
I can relate, your child really does change everything, and I am so glad that God gave me the gift of the pen to be able to share even my darkest moments and toughest emotions... Thank you for your words of encouragement!
Be Blessed always!
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I can feel your pain. But please...reading that one line about neglect was just horrifying to me. It's new...which means you and your husband will have to adjust. Give some slack to your baby, he's just that...
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I thank you for your comment, I would like to let you know however the word of neglect was to bring out the emotion of the poem, my son is everything, a tiny cry sends me to his room, i would NEVER neglect or harm my child... I meant more that i neglect myself to care for him and my husband, my apologies for poor wording.
Be blessed!
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