When It Used To Hurt
When it used to hurt
When it used to numb me and made me tear
Somehow I never thought the pain would end
It hurt so bad I could see the end
Not anymore
Now I know my worth
Now I see when it’s not fact
I know where it ends
My heart never stopped aching
My soul was voided
I wished to fill the gaps
I hoped someone would care
But in this world,
No one ever truly cares
When it hurts I find myself alone
When it hurts I have only me to make it better
I was named Will,
I was named Bernice
Maybe with no understanding of what it meant
Maybe not with intention
I am Will and I will lead to victory
Stones have been thrown
Walls were built so I find no entry
Water was flooded against
Still, I stand.
For many may not believe nor see me
For many may see nothing when gazing at me
But God made me not in fault nor did He in vain.
I claim my worth,
I claim my gold up in the heavens
I claim the me I am
And to who it may concern I urge you see your light
That you live not your days is dispear
For you are loved somewhere and seen as worthy
Copyright © Bernice Makotanyane | Year Posted 2019
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