Spoke

I have many scars on my heart                                                               

from words people spoke it just

could not take.

Spoken from secrets of their own

brokenness, giving them power

over the weak. 

Many things have been attempted

to stop the pain from getting infected.

Regret seeps in as I recall — the junk I

tried to fill the ache — of all the wounds

within my soul. Feeding it with

liquid and smoke. A ceremony of sorts,

to not incriminate all the hate.

From now on I will only let one

surgeons’ hands upon my heart.

Allowing the miracle to happen

with soft words

of understanding…Giving it a new

beat. The gentleness used as He

traverses the crevices for what needs

to be done, brings a recovery from

my inflictions beyond what has  

ever been spoken.

~ Sue Burnett

@run40life2jesus

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Sue Burnett, run40life2Jesus

Trying to live my life inveterate in my faith while living in wanderlust (as a homebody), reading, running, w(r)iting. Wife, mom, runner and firm believer God will write each of us a beautiful, sometimes broken, story for something far glorious than we can grasp.

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