My throat is aching from holding the silent screams in.
My eyes are glossed over with anger.
How can this be God's plan for me?
How can I grasp God's hand and rewrite what He wrote?
A broken woman shouldn't have been what He wanted.
I'm falling down further in a pit of despair and how dare you not put your hand out to catch me.
I'm begging you to hear me.
Hear my prayers.
I'm crying out to you.
YOU ARE READING
I Have More Than A Perfect Figure
Poetry"Strength, love, suffering and healing. The gritty surface of reality written down on every page. This is a heartfelt message to everyone who can relate to the tragedy of life experiences, trauma and relationships."
