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One Of A Kind

What Healing Looks Like

By MezmurPublished 2 years ago • 2 min read
Sonya D. Fisichella

You looked in my eyes and said "I hate you," when your words were not enough, you tried to end me

Tears streaked my face as you beat my head, a pounding ache inside my chest

You called me "whore," when I messed up once

Said I did too much... now I'd pay the price

What did I do? Why do you hate me?

You encouraged me when he promised love, turned and mocked me when he took too much

Called me dirty and muffled out my sobs

Said I might as well let him have it all

No one else would want me, if they knew the truth

I was sixteen then, he was twenty-two

I believed you when you said he's the one and each time someone else came along

You wished me dead

You tried to kill me

When that didn't work, you tried to break me

Called me loser, fat and lazy

When I cried for help, you called me crazy

But why do you hate me? What did I do?

I'm just trying to live... don't you know that I'm you?

All the lies you believed made me toxic and weak

All the while that poor girl was soul-crushed underneath

As a hurt people she hurt people

And now she's the woman crying under the steeple

She was never accepted in your critical eyes

But now I see the way how she met her demise

She was worthy of love, but a tragedy broke

When she listened to you treat yourself like joke

Now she has more "I'm sorry"s she is needing to give

She broke many a heart on her way to forgive

And she spoke many words in a bitter type way

And she hurt ones she loved and she lost some, few stayed

But she's trying so hard, don't you see how she prays?

And she's not given up, though she's lost in the maze

And she's crying to God asking Him would He stay

And tell her what she's worth as she's running the race

Oh but, speak life to her and don't beat her again!

Stop.

Can't you remember the little girl she has been?

She had stars in her eyes and wore butterfly wings

Breathe.

Speak. Life. Over. Me!

You are beautiful.

You are also imperfect, and you've made mistakes

But God's been there every time your heart breaks

Sweet girl, stop and think before you talk

And stop, turn, run, don't self-destruct

You have a huge capacity to love

It was given you from God above

But don't use that power for yourself

Love itself does not seek its own

But your heart is deceitful, so come on home...

I accept you, forgive you for all that you are

And I'm sorry I hurt you, I left many a scar

And you should've gone dancing

And you should've worn shorts

And you should've known how much you truly were worth

Though you'll make more mistakes

I will nourish your mind

I will cherish you, girl...

We are one of a kind.

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Mezmur

Between modern psalms you'll find glimpses of my messy mind trying to make sense of the world through poetry. https://dsfwrites.carrd.co

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