From Wounds to Worship
Through the Storm of Hurt, Into the Calm of Grace
As I sat in the corner curling my back
I feel so small like the shape I’m at
Hugging my knees with my chin on top
Letting my tears flow and watching it drop
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They curse my life as if I’m a lie
They stab me with words to see me die
They don’t even know the whole story
Not even a piece to back their theory
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I want to defend myself
So I can be back at peace
I want to release the scream
Just to have that release
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For they strangle me with their comments
I'm asphyxiated at this moment
They should read their text before it was sent
For now it's vivid that my life is at rent
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Though I'm quiet, my mind is loud
Fighting the thoughts that gets me drown
It keeps on telling me that I'm worthless
A liar, a cheater, and a life whose useless
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I'm a human, crafted by my creator
A person with feelings that I don't get to utter
Not in the time being, at least
As I talk with my maker and find my peace
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That I'm loved and saved by His grace
I'm carefully wrapped in His embrace
Protected by His eternal words
"I'm with you, always", goes never unheard
Thank you for reading my story 💕
About the Creator
Ann ☕️
If my words connect with you, then I have fulfilled one of my dreams.
Thank you for being here, and for choosing to be here.
Sending you my love~
~Ann ☕️



Comments (6)
You are so special..the best and prefect work of your creator ❤️🙏
“They curse my life as if I’m a lie They stab me with words to see me die“ I relate to this one deeply, thanks for sharing this
Beautiful work, Ann.
The shift from despair to divine comfort is so moving, and that final reassurance—"I'm with you, always"—is a perfect, gentle yet strong ending. Truly uplifting! ✨
🫂hugs
Gosh this hit me so hard. I'm so sorry if this was based on your personal experience. Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️