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christian poetry, Depression, Domestic Violence and Abuse, God, Healing, Hope, Rejection, Religion and Spirituality, Spirituality

I See the Scars

I ran into a girl the other day with scars on her arms. My heart dropped. I know what that feels like to have no hope. To take the pain that you are feeling out on yourself. To sit in the bathroom with the door locked  and just sit on the floor rocking back and forth. When we have been through unexplainable trauma that is how we cope.  But I am living proof that it doesn’t have to stay that way.

My life changed when I found a support system of friends and God. Yes, God. Reading the Word bring me hope. It opens my mind to the  fact that there is a God and He cares about me even when others do not.

Don’t give up my friend. There is hope. There is life, a life more abundant than you ever imagined. A life where there is no more pain, no more sorrow, no more hurt.  Have you met my friend Jesus?  He is faithful. He is true. He is peaceful. He brings hope and healing and protection under the shadow of his wings. And He is waiting for you to call out His name for help today. He stands at the door and knocks.  Will you let Him in?

Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears My voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and dine with him, and he with Me.  – REVELATION 3:20 nkjv

 

I See the Scars

Copyright 2016 Diana Rasmussen

I see the scars upon your arms

My heart skipped a beat as I thought of what I could say

To take away the pain that brought you to that place

How I wish I could change the things that you’ve been through

I’m here today to sit and listen if you choose to share

I remember what it felt like

To be the girl with the scars

Domestic Violence and Abuse, Music, Poetry, Uncategorized

Cold Bathroom Floor (may trigger)

Cold Bathroom Floor

©2013 Diana Rasmussen

When his shouting starts
she just runs away
locks the door
curls up on the
cold bathroom floor
He pounds on the door
with his angry fist
quoting his Bible
and screaming
“You have to obey!”
A tear falls from her face
as she begins to sway
She counts the tiles on
the cold bathroom floor
rocks her numbness away
hopeless and afraid
love shouldn’t hurt this way
she carries her secrets like stones
laying them out on the floor
square by square, tile by tile
she rocks not to feel anymore
She looks at the razor
on the side of the tub
will it make the
pain go away?
she doesn’t want
to go one more day
the darkness is
calling her name
she carries her secrets like stones
laying them out on the floor
square by square, tile by tile
she rocks not to feel anymore
Such trauma and abuse
so many bruises
why don’t they see?
what he’s doing to me?
she carries her secrets like stones
laying them out on the floor
square by square, tile by tile
she rocks not to feel anymore

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