Broken and Damaged


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Robbed of my innocence at an age so tender that

My little mind couldn’t comprehend what exactly I had lost;

Grew up in the harshest of environs so full of thorns that

I didn’t need to brand my skin with tattoos to make a statement;

Since my scars already did a perfect job at that;

 

Affection was a foreign culture to me;

All I knew was what it is called ‘tough love,’

Beaten and manhandled just because;

Woke up feeling less alive with each passing day;

Not a zombie but certainly felt like the walking dead;

 

I was broken beyond repair but I never gave up hope

That I would one day find someone to mend me up;

After going round in circles for years non-stop;

I finally admitted that like clay, I needed remolding;

But in whose hands would I commit myself to other than

The Potter’s who made me in the first place?
 

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Life as mysterious as it is seems unfair but we are living it;

As long as it keeps on playing, we must dance to the tune;

The fact that all you’ve known are thorns doesn’t mean

Flowers do not exist; neither does it mean your bed of roses

Does not have thorns in it simply because they are beautiful;

 

 

You may be broken but you are not damaged goods yet;

You may have lived with thorns but soon you’ll be offered bouquets of flowers;

You may have been scorched the sun’s heat but you’ll soon find rest from the moon’s soft glimmer;

It is said he who laughs last laughs best;

Life may play unfair but the One who made you is faithful.

 

No one is perfect; no one has it all together;

There is always one chip threatening to crumble everything down;

Probably stood for nothing and thus went in for practically anything;

But if you would just take a stand today;

Your tag could change from being “a hopeless case” to “a miracle story.”

 

The sun’s rays and the heavy storms may have cracked you up;

But as long as the Potter lives, so do you;

All you have to do is let Him remake you;

Remove all the scars and wipe the pain away;

And they will all be but a faint memory…

 

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9 Comments Add yours

  1. Beautiful Joseyphina… I just added this post to the “Other Bloggers” section of my website. God bless you sister!

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    1. joseyphina says:

      I appreciate it, Vincent 🙂

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  2. Many thoughts on brokenness, Josey! A surety of life in each one’s journey. Thanks for sharing them. It’s nice to rub shoulders with you!

    Blessings,
    Jeanne

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    1. joseyphina says:

      So nice to hear from you, Jeanne! Stay blessed. 🙂

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  3. Kim Sweeting says:

    Beautiful and powerful….:)

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  4. I cried beautiful spiritual tears of happiness Phina. Your poem and its message is very meaningful and so outstanding. Thanks for the spiritual hug my sister! You heart radiantly shines!

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    1. joseyphina says:

      And God bless you for passing by. 🙂

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