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Confessions of Childlike Broken Spirit

I confess that as a child the ruthless caused me 
crippling pain with deeply wounding words and 
bodily attacks that led me to falter through life.

I confess that various family member’s inflicted
incessant cruel criticisms that wholly damaged 
my character leaving a soul shattered in shame!

I confess that all of these hypercritical people 
painted me with a dark psyche and their evil 
assumptions resulted in an imprisoned stigma.

I confess that during childhood the intolerant 
labels of shy, odd and withdrawn caused me to
be ostracized while living in utter humiliation.

I confess that I pray every day to be set free from 
the shackles they’ve built all around me, leading to 
my many missteps for which I beg for compassion.

I confess that in elementary school, my hands were hit
until they bled for laughing. Then my father punched me
in the face for laughing destroying any possibility of joy.

I confess to having fast and frequent flashes of the 
details of the horrors committed against me causing 
doubt of whether I blacked out during the worst of it.

I confess to being stuck in my adolescence probably 
between 6 and 12 yrs. old and can’t remove myself 
from that timeline, so, I plead, how do I move on?

I confess that I’m a contrite and lowly spirit, 
with innate hopes as a child of God that His
eyes will only see a gentle and broken spirit. 

I confess that my brokenness is impossible to
mend due to the atrocities inflicted.  I tried to be
silent for so long drowning in unspeakable hurt.

I confess to never evolving as an adult due to 
severe childhood trauma, and as such, it is 
necessary to speak to me as if I were a Child! 

I confess to praying most urgently for the wicked 
to cease from inflicting unbearable anguish on 
God’s frail ones according His Word:

“Whoever causes one of these little ones who believe in me to
sin, it would be better for him if a great millstone were hung
around his neck and he were thrown into the sea.”  Mark 9:42.

abusebullyingchild abusedepressionfree verse

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Steve Harvell

May 23, 2024 at 7:45 PM

I feel you, life can be cruel especially that of mankind their sin stricken upon the another. To live as a black sheep the anger we hide as if we was to blame. The abuse is just as much torment as it is physically. But got be strong in yourself, always keeping dreams and hopes alive. One must not be afraid of dark but face their demon is only way to win. Myself, I found freedom by confronting the enemy. I know my worth but refuse to be broken. God is love just as am I.... believe in yourself

Steve Harvell

May 24, 2024 at 6:02 PM

You welcome! Hope you find some encouragement in them. Know life can be harsh, especially people but obstacles we will face. Has nothing do with bad luck or anything else except it's part of life. With God anything is possible aa myself he walks but it's the will of person to their success. We can let life break us or kick it in the az'.. sometimes forgiveness in your own heart sets you free.

Diane Perna

May 24, 2024 at 12:18 PM

Thank you so much for your kind and encouraging words. I appreciate it.

Aly Bahr

February 24, 2024 at 10:10 PM

Wow, what more can I say. So deep. But you should know that you will always be worth more than words said about you, good bad or indifferent. You can grow beyond the pain inflicted on you... How do I know? It seems you were writing about me, my past. I feel for you.

Diane Perna

May 24, 2024 at 12:20 PM

Thank you so much for your kindness.