There's ink stains on my fingers
I think I cut myself again
Before I drown in my thoughts
Id better put down my pen
I'll be ok in the morning
The smudges of black will be there
The pictures I drew on my body
I can refresh or smear
Maybe one day I'll find the right words
But for now I have to wait
for the stains to
disappear
M.A.A
The stains are not who you are; rather they are what you feel. To feel is both a joy and a sorrow because it reveals a depth that no one on earth can truly know or share. But there is One Who is not of this world. One who knows. One who understands. One who has felt the ultimate pain. And that One loves you and will share your burdens with you, carry you through them and is available 24/7 to remove the stains and bring joy amidst the difficulties. The flow of His cuts brought cleansing so you don't have to "cleanse" yourself—you never could and the good news and ultimate joy is that He is enough. He is BIG. A creator that brings forth beauty out of nothingness. The problem solver who is the biggest know-it-all you'll ever know! The One Who loves you more than you could imagine. His voice is quiet, but He wants you to hear Him. He may not remove trials in your life, but He does walk with you through them. Would you be willing to let Jesus turn your sorrows into a song?
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Thank you for your thoughts, I believe everything you said is true. God gave me the gift of poetry to express my pain.
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