My throat is aching from holding the silent screams in.
My eyes are glossed over with anger.
How can this be God's plan for me?
How can I grasp God's hand and rewrite what He wrote?
A broken woman shouldn't have been what He wanted.
I'm falling down further in a pit of despair and how dare you not put your hand out to catch me.
I'm begging you to hear me.
Hear my prayers.
I'm crying out to you.
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I Have More Than A Perfect Figure
Poetry"Strength, love, suffering and healing. The gritty surface of reality written down on every page. This is a heartfelt message to everyone who can relate to the tragedy of life experiences, trauma and relationships."