I look to the horizon
The setting sun bringing an end to my shame
The miserable tear filled nights were dreadful
They went, Grace came.
Each night lullabies of bad decisions replayed in my mind
Over and over I reminisce about people and places I’ve been.
Wrong person, right time
Right person, wrong time
Still the wrong thing.
My hamper overflows with sin
Skeletons I hid in closets
Situations that became dead to me.
However, like Jesus, I tend to resurrect the dead
Hold myself hostage to memories I should’ve freed instead.
I question, How do I forgive?
How do I forgive men who insist to rob jars of innocence I cannot take back?
How do I forgive those who slash daggers across my already bleeding back?
How do I forgive them?…
I have not yet forgiven myself for trusting in the first
place. How do I savor the present… when the past lingers with bitter after taste?
Just like NIKE , you just … “Do it!”
Give yourself permission to heal
Rip the Band-Aids off!!!
Expose your wounds to air
Now you can actually feel
Your scars are beautiful tattoos
Each are worth showing
Your story is worth knowing
You are not done yet
Your best is yet to come
You are the epitome of a woman who is becoming.