MY SPILLING INK
I pick up my pen and it is me|
As my insides flow so free,
Inside my heart blood is spilled
Onto a paper where my pain is filled.
Swirling and spinning as I lay it down
Watching my ink spill onto the ground,
Ripping my heart to free my soul,
Reaching at straws to just feel whole.
The color of ink changes in my eyes
As my insides begin to cry.
But as I scratch on paper so thin
It helps me heal deep within.
And as I look back at the pain I’ve felt
God takes my soul and I start to melt,
For even though tragedy I have had
I’ve turned and looked back even though I’m sad.
I can see blessings that have come to me
Even when I didn’t feel free,
I can see the gifts I’ve been given from pain
But it’s not been easy drowning in the rain.
But God has made me the woman I am
In spite of my life that was so damned,
He gave me some people to walk with me
And in the end it set me free
To a journey I never thought I’d find,
He healed my broken, fractured mind.
He blessed me with wisdom and taught me grace
And wrapped my soul in silky lace,
He formed me and molded me using my pain
To make me into the women he made.
He showed me a journey, a brand new road
A wonderful healing place I could hold,
He blessed me in ways I can’t describe
But the color of ink has changed my insides.
I cannot grasp these words in my hand
That healed my heart and taught me to stand.
© 2011 carmurr
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