Healing Of A Broken Heart

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Healing takes time!

Submitted: January 03, 2014

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Submitted: January 03, 2014

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Well I'm back at it again. I guess you guys are expecting for me to write something drastic, and think it's going to be all depressing. In this case you are wrong, because I am celebrating me. I am celebrating the creation that God created. A beautiful strong, powerful, inspiring, spiritual man. Yes me, I was in a dark place for a very long time. I couldn't see, I was blinded. Not just by love, but others as well. Didn't love who I was, so couldn't love no one else. Thought there was something wrong with me deep down in side. Didn't know who I even was, I let that dark path carry a shadow. And every where I went that shadow was underneath me, some how it wouldn't let me be. Looking at that shadow I saw shame, misery, pain. I have cried for years wondering when will my light shine, when will this darkness go away? I scream asking pleading God to guide me. On my knees in prayers asking him to heal my heart. Help me forgive the pain that's within the past. Help me cure the shame I have. Help me walk to a better place in my life. Still shut in, in the corner. As the memories flash back in my head, letting someone have the lower hand. Stealing what was mines. How do you let that go? I ask how? How do you tell someone that someone stole your integrity? How do you even get it back? Questions surrounded by me but no answers. Want to run, but where to. Who do I run to? Who can I tell? I'll tell you God. The one man that is going to be with you in your heart, and in your soul. The one man that doesn't give up on you no matter what triumphs your going thorough. I have let out my burden, I am free. Now when I scream it is for joy. When I laugh it brightens up my heart, my soul is relieved. When I smile I know my world is okay. Someone preying on your innocence is a dreadful thing, asking yourself what you did wrong. Feeling ashamed, wondering who to turn to, who to tell. As you hide back your tears as the years go by, yearning for your freedom. Well as of 2014 I am free, my year as come. No more being shut in, what once was alive is now dead. The love I have now was given back to me, and here it will stay. 


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