Domestic violence is a topic that lays heavy on my heart. Having gone through things in my first marriage that could have left me scarred for life.
I think back on it now and even though it seems it was a hundred years ago- sometimes my confidence is still shaky.
So last night I was thinking back and this poem began to flow from my heart. I hope as you read it- you won’t feel sorry for me- but will know that God heals and restores!
Young girl’s heart full of love and hope she thought. Little did she know that soon that heart would be ripped apart.
Beginning with the marriage night- filled with doubt and disbelief, Within weeks the innocence of her love began to be buried beneath
Slaps and punches began to be the normal, Hiding the evidence of the former
The words and pain become a constant companion, Creating a hardened heart surrounded by a canyon.
Deep and wide was the pain of fight- Cries with salty tears through the night
Longing to be free from the prison she was in. One day realizing that she had a voice and could begin again.
Laying aside the hate and the bars of pain, Counting the days she would be free of the chains
Finally the day came when her bravery rose to the top of her heart. Deciding once and for all that she would not allow herself to be a part.
No more beatings, bruises and kicks, But the pain in her heart much harder to keep in check.
Only God could heal the heart now shattered and torn -Only he could heal the scars and soothes the mind battle worn.
Day by day sunshine began to break through the cracks and bleeding heart. The warmth of God’s love seeped into the crevices with a fresh start.
Healing comes – slowly as it may seem-To a heart no longer beating so rapidly
Healing so sweet and tender Jesus is the only heart mender.