I AM Her


Sep 02, 2015 11:41pm
I am her
A woman whose soul is torn
Courage slips between the fingers
Scared, shattered and alone
Tomorrow a lost promise
I am broken

I am her
A woman trapped in darkness
wandering alone
Sold my body and lost my soul
Worthless and used
I am hopeless

I am her
A woman imprisoned by fear
Held captive by the worthlessness
Sinking in ... can no longer breathe
Fighting terror within because it is without
I am dying

I am her
A woman clawing up the ladder
Screaming out my worth
Fighting for me
Loud and bold as to hide the truth
I am unforgiven

I am her
A girl that they chose
to throw away
The unwanted gift, the unplanned burden
The reminder of helplessness
I am a choice

I am her
The one that looks away
because the guilt is heavy
the pain is searing
My heart is gasping
I am insufficient

I am her
A child of God
Broken by Grace
Hope of His future
Given the choice of life
I am forgiven
for He is enough
when they see me
do they see who
I am is only because of
I AM

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