Pain... Healed
Wish me a Poem
They hindered,
They whispered,
But I have heard.
I am not deaf,
Yet I am defenseless.
We have the same blood,
But they treated me so odd.
They don't understand,
As they released my hand.
I feel worthless,
And useless,
And a trash,
And everything they want to tell me.
I am good-for-nothing,
Yes, I am good-for-nothing.
I looked above,
I saw love.
I prayed,
He answered.
I cried out,
He lifted me up.
He never left me...
all alone.
He was there,
He cared,
and He felt.
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