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
11/02/2020

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