Where did I go? As I walk to the mirror to see what it shows. The face that looks back at me holds-
A resemblance of a girl I used to know. Her eyes, though the same color are darkly tinted with hurt and fear, blood and punishment,confusion and hate.
Her body wears scars of war. A war she physically survived but mentally she’s no more.
Teeth marks, stitches, scratches… Bruised by choking, palms, fists and feet… Knives, belts, bottles,chords…guns… She’s still here but doesn’t realize she already beat defeat.
Why? Only God knows why. Only God can make sense of the life he designed. Only God can describe the pieces he arranged for the puzzle of a life that’s mine.
Only God can describe all the work that he’s done to redirect the pieces of me that I destroyed because I felt…
Because I felt they didn’t belong.
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