From Brokenness to Warrior

In the echoes of naive belief, I see

A longing for love, for you, for me.

Yet in your eyes, a different view,

A distortion of the love we knew.

 

You captured my heart, a singular sight,

But lost within your own plight.

A house of mirrors, reflections untold,

Trapping you within your own stronghold.

 

Broken from past traumas, yes,

But not defined by our distress.

Love and healing, freely given,

From one broken soul to another driven.

 

Will you step out from behind your mask?

Embrace the truth, remove the task.

The little girl lost, beckon to His voice,

Find the courage, make the choice.

 

Do you know your worth, your truth?

Or trapped behind illusions, uncouth?

You’re capable of love, of self,

Beyond the confines of doubt and stealth.

 

I know who I am, and Whose I am,

Not deceived by apathy or sham.

In brokenness, strength is found,

Love’s vision clear, profound.

 

Remorse for choices, I can’t say,

But love’s light still guides the way.

Never too far gone, of worth untold,

In love’s embrace, our souls unfold.

 

Though you may see a little boy,

God sees a warrior, full of joy.

I loved freely, from my true essence,

Seeing the woman, your blind presence.

 

God knows my soul, where I stand,

Not lost, but held within His hand.

Though tears may fall, hope remains,

For new beginnings, free from chains.

 

So take my hand, embrace the new,

It’s never too late, to start anew.