Beautifully Broken
- Belle Foxcroft
- Dec 28, 2021
- 1 min read
The words, the words
They taunt me
They spit and mock and sting
They wriggle, worm, and writhe in me
Such pain they love to bring.
The arms, the hands
They grab me
They hold and pinch and tighten
They claim peace, protection, safety
Instead they love to frighten.
The eyes, the mouth
They pierce me
They smile and laugh and charm
They hate, degrade, and shame me too
The show masks the true harm.
The heart, the mind
They stun me
They scheme and hide and lie
They manipulate, gaslight and push me more
Until I want to die.
The abuser, the abuser
He got to me
He hurt me body, soul and mind
He took, I gave, I loved him too
So to myself I must be kind.
But the Lord, the Lord
He wants me
He gives and lifts and rescues
He moulds, crafts, and mends my heart
Know that He won’t forget you!
The Lord, the Lord
He loves me
He weeps and grieves with me too
He holds me, cares for me, bandages me up
And He also does this for you.
The cracks, the chips
They are jagged
They are messy and sharp and true
They are glued with gold and shine His light
To make beautifully broken you.
Wow wow wow!!
What a gift you have my beautiful girl ❤️….praying for your continued healing from your pain. Thank you for sharing it to bless and help heal others too xx
Heart wrenching! God bless you, you are indeed beautiful inside and out!💕