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My Saving Grace

Bits and pieces of my soul dying slowly as my heart grows cold. Rumors, lies, deceitful friends breaking the promise of being ‘til the end. Running blindly through the dark, hiding my wrists - covering the mark... No one can hear me screaming for help, nothing you say can heal how I've felt. Bloody tears running down my face stumbling and falling forgetting my grace, hitting my knees as my glass box caves in. Watching every mistake, seeing all of my sins, flowing slowly before my eyes, hearing my voice repeating the lies. The Angel of Death says, "Come, take my hand-" and in the corner of my eye, I see a man. Beauty comes from both sides of me- The Angel of Death or the man staring anxiously. Both saying they can show me a way, shaking and crying, do I go or do I stay? What has this life got to offer me? I'll never be what you want me to be... Bottling the pain back up inside, I'm not going to fall into another lie, back into a life of regret and betrayal- running to the man before my heart goes stale. Painfully and blindly I fall into his arms, feeling life back into death, feeling safe from harm. He brushes my hair out of my eyes, kisses the bloody tears- whispers, "You are loved" in my ears... Ignoring the hate and the rumors said, giving me a reason to want to live instead. Cleaning me off, with a future full of love... One I've never had, or received enough of. Making me be who I want to be. Clearing my vision- making it easier to see. Maybe self-esteem will be next in this soul of lies, to take off the mask, be true to myself in my eyes. Bits and pieces of my soul being reborn as my heart grows whole. Slowly one by one, piece by piece finding a love, one worth to keep. One who found me on the brink of death, This man, with a heart stronger than the rest.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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