I guess some people just do not understand the concept of humans being fragile. Because of my lack of three failed marriages...I suppose I do not fully understand what it means to be taken and physically and verbally abused...but I do know after twenty-two years of dealing with the consequences of it all I just want to scream
"Fuck off and deal with your own problems! I hate all of you and I pray God kills you for all of the pain and the fear you have put in me!"
Instead, the gentle lamb tells me I am supposed to love unconditionally, like He loves me. That my hate, my fear and my anger do not bring about His love or His will.
When I take life into my own hands and begin to hate I begin to murder in my heart and people start to die to me. It may stop me from bleeding right now but it causes the calluses to grow deep like cancer and they will have to be ripped out later if I am to have any sort of love shared with others.
Please help me to bleed out this infection.
Tonight, today and every day in every way
that you let me be cut in
let me pour out this heart for you
and be transformed in only the way
that can be done by you.
The love that dies for another.
The love that cares for each other.
The sort of love you gave for me
on that dark day.
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