Damaged Goods

A Poem of Redemption

Damaged Goods

Dropped at the door of life

Wrapped up nice and warm in a basket.

No note for the keeper to find

Tossed about in a world of fear and confusion

Tossed out in the cold to deepen the delusion

Wrapped up nice and warm in self-loathing

Covered from head to toe with lies as clothing

Showing the world a scared, lost soul

Suffering in the world, hiding a vast hole

Darkness, despair and delusion as friends

Scared of the truth and where it begins

Showing but glimpses of a spirit-filled youth

Fading with time from the glow of the moon

Falling and fading, fearing for the end

Or worse yet living, being trapped in skin

Skin that crawls at the slightest touch

Skin that shrinks if they know too much

Skin that screams, "I'm ugly don't love me"

Skin that traps one in suffering steadily

Skin on skin is where it begins.

Salvageable Goods

Damaged as potential in the eye of love

Wrapped up nice and warm in hope

A note for the keeper to find this time

"Tossed about in a world of fear and confusion,

Tossed into your arms to undo the delusion,

Wrapped up nice and warm with self yearning,

Covered from head to toe with desires burning."

Show them your world of brokenness redeemed

Living in the world, far from the dream

Light, hope and truth are your friends

Being open to love is where it begins

Seeing but glimpses of a spirit-filled life

Fulfilling with time like a sacred sunrise

Climbing and seeking, hoping for life to truly begin

Or better yet living, being okay in this skin

Skin that is warmed with a loving touch

Skin that is open to the world seeing too much

Skin that softly whispers "I'm beautiful, love me"

Skin that only covers the soul that will live eternally

Skin on skin touches the soul

From there, where we go, only God really knows.

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