Like a tower cowering over her
A great force feild covering and holding her in
His voice projected harsh sour words
He knew his ways with words
Like venom he poured into her wounds and like loud shrieks in her ears
She'd use her hands and arms to protect her and cower into a shell
And the expression on her face spelled out fear and helplessness
To him its empowerment and well characterised dictatorship
Blind to hurt and pain
So his flow of words come in, in waves tossing and barring her 50 feet deep
That part of her he killed emotionally She's ready to take its life physically
If there is not a feeling in the world that shows her love
These new found threatful ones like depression, low self-esteem, and gulit will come down and take her with them
She's breaking and you can see the cracks on her foundation
He strikes again, with blows like tyson punch
The one she'd been praying to for countless nights had came in and saved her on the other side of the brink
She fell onto her Lord and shining arm, the stories she heard weren't just tales and myths
But of serving a God who's love never leaves even if pain is involved in the mist.
God's wrather was more powerful than what he had done to her
His words were like filth stains on her pure garment and as stain upon stains built up, so to her anger
She had said to herself once before if death came upon him she'd shed no tear
When he was in critical condition, it was God who she'd fear
For all things he has control of and for her sake she will learn to forgive again, as she has been forgiven.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Newly Defined
Poesia~Poem book ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Each time he said, “My grace is all you need. My power works best in weakness.” ...
