My Forgiven Mistake

Eyes that once dreamed, now clouded by my twenty-year sentence,
Walls so tightened, my viscera was slowly squeezed with foulness out,
My skin weakened, but still supported by my falsely displayed armor.

Void of all emotion, passion, or even a hint of a jagged seam united,
As expected, a lifeless form, shuffled forward as foreseen in marred DNA,
Emotional cruelty cut at my exhausted body like his sharpened spikes.

Isolated and abandoned, I knew bruises would have divulged my story,
Thus he realized and understood for he was far too cunning and smart,
He prized the leisurely beat down of my self-esteem, value, and heart.

Both young and damaged we were society’s discarded – a useless paper box,
I had been drawn like the bees to the honeysuckle, for the taste of sweet,
But within a year I was regurgitated up and given to the dog that he beat.

Forgiveness took a while, although some still prefer to smugly ignore,
Kindness can be weakened and constrained by the wickedness of sin,
So, I thank my Lord, for his love and my faith, which made me whole again.

(Psalms 138:7 Though I walk in the midst of trouble, you preserve my life; you stretch out your hand against the wrath of my enemies, and your right hand delivers me.) (Proverbs 3:5-6 Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to him, and he will make your paths straight.)

Joni 6/19

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