Scars and scars,
Running deeper than the blue,
Bolted, iron cast bars,
Locked, binding them too.

Sharp, barbed wire,
Tangling all insane,
And bricks laid heavy,
Keeping in the pain.

Layers upon layers,
Of burdens I bear,
A well dug deep,
With torment down there.

Under the scars,
My weary old soul,
Where is the hope,
To heal me whole?

Jesus came to me,
Via a friend,
He showed me the path,
Where in Heaven it ends.

Once I believed,
The peeling begun,
Revealing my new self,
Signing a victory song.

Published by Jenn Till Lee Copyrighted, all rights reserved.

Writing poems as an outlet for healing. My hope is in Christ

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