Princess' Poetry

I AM LEFT HERE

I am left here with another wound to bandage.
Why are physical wounds quicker to heal than hearts?
I have dealt with it - I am ok... or,
so I try to believe as the pain persists.
Unseen... rampant... painful... wound.
Does anyone hear my bleeding?
I am smiling on the outside as I
am dying on the inner part.
Yet - I will heal because "Time heals."
Why does time nullify the pain only
to lash out at unexpected moments?
Objects scream out memories that were once pleasant.
I cannot deal with it - I will give up.
I am tired of fighting, talking, praying, crying.

What is this - a comfortably cool calm
has washed over the coals of my heart.
I can sense peace and joy beginning to trickle.
In time this will be a stream, then a river.
Where is the source of this refreshment?
My mind and head point to one event
and one person - my surrender to Jesus - again.
To HIS perfect plan for my life;
no greater joy could be located.
I am back in HIS arms... close to HIS heart.
HE never turned away. In my pain
I wronged HIM - I was bitter and blamed HIM
for not receiving this daughter HE loves.
I reached up, HE responded.
I look back, HE was gentle.

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