Reflection...
All those turbulent seasons,
Facing all of my unseen demons,
Trying to avoid my own heathens,
For all the right reasons.
Working hard to climb out a rut,
Still drowning to a point somewhat,
Each time it's a punch to her gut,
So many doors to remain shut.
These cracks I must fill,
So that this heart can be still,
A door open for love to instil,
Giving this path all her will.
A battle she shall be victor,
Remember the thorns that pricked her,
Capable of seeing a bigger picture,
To never again be the inflicted.
Jennifer Wherry 💋 ❤️🔥
About the Creator
Jennifer R Wherry
A survivor, a traumatized woman healing, learning to live life fully again. Finding beauty in pain. Brutally honest, raw, authentic. To empower others with unseen pains hidden where no one can see. Inside our hearts. Blessed be 💋❤️🔥
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