Relatable

I feel like scars are lessons learned,
So, I won’t even fix any blemishes.
Not because I liked it, but because it hurt less
Wishing they could see in my eyes what I did not have the courage to verbalize,
They were so out of touch.
I assumed numbness meant healing.
I just had to be delivered even though the sight of me I hated,
took no pride in how I looked, because I figured no one wants someone who has been  molested,
that’s just nasty on top of complicated.
So I took the pain and stored it in the back of my mind
threw it in a safe and intentionally forget the combination
out of sight out of mind.
I could no longer put a band aid on a wound that needed surgery.
To every little girl and every little boy’s who’s felt defenseless
To every man and to every woman who feels like the enemy has beaten them senseless
To every swallowed cry in the middle of the night, so that no one would hear
Every face buried in pillows to hide the tears
To every voice that tried to speak out and really really tries but gets a knot in their throat every single time
For every throat that the enemy tries to choke
Christ is the breath of life let Him be your inhaler
Some of us will only hear it, unless it’s someone who went through
And in that case He allowed me to go through and stand as a testimony
And it was worth it
It was worth every ounce of physical spiritual mental pain
And I’d go through it again
If he would allow me to stand here before you again and encourage you
You to allow God to get glory
Because I like Paul reckon that the sufferings at this present time are just not worthy to be compared with the glory that shall be revealed in us.

Favorites from this beautiful video
http://theresurgence.com/2011/10/08/can-anyone-see-that-im-hurting