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Handpicked Battles
Contributed by
steppingstones
on
Friday, 2nd September 2011 @ 08:05:55 AM in AEST
Topic:
selfstruggles
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They laughed at her scars calling her emo,
But she just looked them dead in the eye,
She knew all to well how she got here today,
And all the times she'd cut into her wrists.
The scars leave memories that sometimes,
More times than not she'd do without,
But each day the scars remind her too,
About where she was and where she's come.
She was exhausted, tired, down on her knees,
Praying to a God she questioned of existance,
She asked for forgiveness of her sins and wrong doing,
For God's loving hands to heal her broken heart.
Although she arrived into today a little beaten,
She came in one piece just like he intended,
This battlefield was carefully planned and hand picked,
Just for a daughter of a king like you and I.
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steppingstones
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2011-09-02 08:05:55] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Handpicked Battles
(User Rating: 1 ) by FlintHunter on
Friday, 2nd September 2011 @ 08:48:42 AM AEST (User
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This poem was particularly evocative of strong memories for me -- memories of 2 girls who have the scars you describe.
I was grateful that the poem turned out on an 'upper' note than it started.
It is a difficult subject, but you handled it with expertise. It's hard or impossible to understand things sometimes -- regardless, both your feelings and expression of the pain are unique and strong. Good things sometimes arise from bad things...
Thanks for publishing it for all to read.
--Flint |
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