My heart is torn, fresh scars unhealed.
New ones to form, and yet so young…
I’m stretched too thin, my spirit broken.
No time to rest, lest pain’s unspoken.
Born to carry a heavy load,
I ache to see the Golden Road.
For Home I long, and yet I tarry.
Linger I must, my cross to carry.
Burden I say, and yet I know
Without this thorn, I would not grow.
My life is not my own to hoard.
Each gift I claim is of the Lord.
Spoken words tell not the strength
The Lord has lent to walk this length.
My shoulders stoop as I realize
The pain I carry lies in my eyes.
So I shall seek to close those doors,
So none shall see my spirit’s sores.
And once again, arise my guard!
Make strong the gate! The walls make hard!
No longer shall my windowpanes
Clear open lie, drawn up the shades.
My heart will be a gentle hold,
From this time forth, my pain untold.
About the Creator
Danielle Tanis
I am a mompreneur, a creative thinker, and I love fiercely. I am a daughter of the Most High, a strong survivor, and deeply respect those who serve our country selflessly. I am determined to help other incredible women thrive.
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