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Poetic Testimonial ..... #MightyPoets

Twas on the eve a day past Labor
She bid a permanent adieu,
As summer ebbed to autumn's glow
Her next season began anew.

A battle zone right from the start
Embarked the day her mother bore,
This quiet, shy and timid girl
Whose heart the world broke to its core.

Through years of hurt, abuse, neglect
Watched safety climax in dead ends,
Yet knew not of the only One
Whose grace would soon be her best friend.

Instead found solace in the likes
Of pills, booze, money, drugs and sex,
These multiplied trauma ten-fold
Until her only thought was death.

Evil of which free will had shown
Weighted this heart heavy with pain,
Shame filtered through the devil's voice
A crux of self-blame swathed in chains.

And then one night she did attempt
Cause hope was nowhere in plain sight,
Grief, anger, guilt topped off a soul
Far too distraught to stay and fight.

Yet freedom found was not in death
But in the life He would rebirth,
By virtue of a spirit sent
Was finally found her Godly worth.

A story shared, not unlike hers
Held but one difference….and the key,
Of whom she coined an earth angel
Not long before, God set him free.

He utilized thorns of this man
To guide His little girl back home,
Free will this time, a choice for good
Now glorifies our Father's throne.

By: Debra Brent

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What if? ..... #MightyPoets

I hold a throng of voices
Which compete inside my head,
The end result does makes me feel
A wish that I were dead.

From stupid to a loser
Not enough weighs on my heart,
Then ugly, fat and ultimately
A mistake right from the start.

Yet what if I had missed a point
One question that might change,
The way in which I answer them
Could rearrange my brain.

For once, instead, I'll ask myself
"What if they were truly wrong?"
And challenge each and every thought
Til the voices are long gone.

What if I also grasp the concept
From a different point of view?
Catching a glimpse inside their heart
To see how much it's hurting too?

Just what if I thought back
At my own words spewed out of hate?
A reaction just the same
Making my pain another's fate?

What if I learned how in place of
To forgive unto myself?
And accept that all those voices
Belong high up on a shelf?

You see I really don't believe them
If I stare at all the facts,
Yet still can't help but wonder
Of the years they held me back?

It's our unresolved trauma
Which hurts those of whom we love,
And bald faced lies spurt freely
Masking of His truth above.

If we would just allow ourselves
To finally let go of their lies,
We'd find true love of His awaits
To dry up all our tear stained eyes.

Cause there's a purpose in the pain
Which was passed down from them to you,
And that's to help heal others' hearts
By letting God first heal yours through.

By: Debra Brent

#Depression #BorderlinePersonalityDisorder #Anxiety #PTSD #CPTSD #selflimitingbeliefs #Poetry #MentalHealth #Suicide #SuicideAwareness #poetrytherapy #artfromtheheart #healingisfeeling #Recovery #youarenotalone #Faith #Selfworth #Selfcompassion #selfawareness #Selflove

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