|
Feb 09
2011 |
|
I have found that the hardest fight,
The one from which I try to hide,
The gory, gruesome, bloodiest battle
Is the one that rages, deep inside.
Lost in the heat of ongoing battle,
Caught in the chill of evil’s embrace,
Lying motionless with a deadly wound,
The weight of shame falls on my face.
I try to stand up
But my demons beat me to the ground.
I feel the pain from another blow
As once again they force me down.
Fighting back with all I’ve got
But this is a war I cannot win.
I need a hero to rescue me
Before I lose to myself again.
I’m screaming now
Someone hear me, please!
Beaten with my own entangling chains
I’m broken, begging, on my knees.
Out of strength
No will left to even be broken.
I see someone reach out to me
And see their arms so strong and open.
I ask if I clean my wounds
Will He save me, please?
He says He’ll heal my scars and unlock my chains
And in His hands I see the keys.
Thank you for commenting on this article post. Remember, if you have a personal question, writing a Dear Becky letter and or posting in the forums is the only way to ensure a fast and specific answer from one of our Stand Up Girls. Thank you!










"I so believe that it is incredibly important because I see a lot of my generation being ripped off in this area, really thrown a lie that you can do whatever feels good, just please yourself, and they are not talking about the consequences."
"Standup Girl:
