The rage that was within slowly seeped into my mind,
Leaking toxic and intrusive thoughts unkind.
All I wanted was to suppress and ignore,
Yet alienation crept in, a feeling so sore.

The distant memories echoed in my soul,
A child begging for attention to make whole.
Yearning for mercy, grace, and a rescuing hand,
Struggling with burdens hard to withstand.

In the silence, a voice whispered so clear,
“Be still and know that I am near.”
My journey began, a hero’s quest,
Leaving behind shame and guilt, unrest.

Mindfulness my companion, prayer my guide,
Through the storm, I sought to abide.
Like King David in his psalms so true,
My heart cried out, seeking a breakthrough.

In moments of despair and distress so deep,
Christ walked towards me, my soul to keep.
Embracing me in love, lifting me high,
Calling me to follow on wings to fly.

“O ye of little faith,” His voice so gentle,
Leading me back to the boat, instrumental.
Restoring my purpose, worth, and divine grace,
Healing the tormented child with His embrace.

Humility, godly sorrow, contrition of spirit,
Songs of faith and hope, my heart to uplift.
A new creation through His saving grace,
Finding peace, healing, in His embrace

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