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My life hasn't been easy 
I've experienced much pain. 

As a young child, I had a some- 
what of a normal childhood. 

I didn't have many issues, I 
came from a two-parent home. 

I knew I was loved, but they 
weren't perfect.  

They had their own issues, 
in hindsight, they were broken 
too. But they still showed me 
love.

I heard about God as a child 
and went to church but I didn't 
really know him. I knew of him. 

My world crumbled and
shattered into many pieces, 
when a family member that 
was supposed to love me  
violated me.

It caused me to question 
my birth and my self-worth. 

I was a young child when it
happened.

My perception of who I was 
(a normal and somewhat shy 
child). Came crashing down 
instantly. 

Many good memories had 
vanished with the bad. 

Forgetting was like a 
defense mechanism, 
to this day my memory 
isn't that good.  

Because I experienced much 
trauma my "mind/brain" 
protected me. 

I wanted to leave this world 
on many occasions. 

I didn't see the value of my 
existence. 

I thought I was alone in this
big world due to bad things  
that occurred in my life. 

As time went on and as I grew 
into a preteen, teen, and so on  
and so forth. I questioned if God 
was real too. 

I wondered how he could be real 
when I lived in Hell on earth. 

So I pushed his existence 
way back into the corridors 
of my mind. 

Moving forward I’m a broken 
adult that desperately needs 
healing. 

I found solace in a bottle 
(read my poem “ A Constant 
Friend”).   

I struggled with my “old friend” 
constantly. I turned to him
because I could become a 
different person and be numb to 
pain.

But when “ my friend’s” affect 
wore off I was still broken, sick,
and needed healing. So I did 
what any sick and broken person
would do, I repeated the cycle all
over again.

Through the years folk told me 
about God and his son Jesus. 
I started to believe, and
eventually, I did believe.

Once I believed in God I accepted 
his love and it was a love that I
never experienced before. 

I wish I could say that my 
change happened overnight. 

But it didn’t. I envied people 
that had a radical “come to 
Jesus” change. 

I continued to struggle with 
my vice(my liquid friend). 

Today I’m in a new place 
I gave my heart to God. 
I am a new creation in 
Christ. The old person 
was nailed to the cross. 

And I’m walking with purpose  
because of what Christ did on  
the cross.
 
I let Gal; 2:20 govern my life 
each new day.

Because of his shed blood I 
was able to turn a new page.
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