The broken child

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Torn, wrinkled wrapping
Frayed ribbons
Open to unveil the sting of a father’s hand
Disappointment in a mother’s eyes
Imperfections noted like billboards to weary travelers
She is flawed
Their hushed discounting
A reward for recalling sordid deeds against the flesh of innocence
Words that gouge like shards of glass into the heart
Crimson tears smeared with an angry fist
Silent cries,
Unanswered whispers sobbing into darkness
Dreams stilled,
Emotions stunted
All familiar but unwanted gifts from early youth
A fractured soul
Blood filled amulet spills onto her brokenness
A thin stream of white
Shines through the cracks
Breaks through the heart
And warmth draws in
A loving hand lifts from the mire
And caresses
She learns of love from the Father
And begins to heal
Bless the Lord, O my soul,
and all that is within me,
bless his holy name!
Bless the Lord, O my soul,
and forget not all his benefits,
who forgives all your iniquity,
who heals all your diseases,
who redeems your life from the pit,
who crowns you with steadfast love and mercy,
who satisfies you with good
so that your youth is renewed like the eagle’s. Psalm 103: 1-5

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