Long Lost Love

I have seen so much horror,

so much pain,

hatred that corrodes,

perversity that scars.

Questions without answers.

Doubts that circle like vultures,

whispering, “What is life even for?”

Shame consumed me,

silence bound me,

wounds reopened with every memory.

Daggers thrown, daggers pulled out—

scars left behind that made me weep,

scream, and want to vanish.

But the scars were never my disqualification.

They became the map of my journey,

the proof of my survival,

the marks of beauty hidden in brokenness.

So weary of pain, I collapsed.

And in the quiet, a new sound rose—

a melody so strong it pulled at my soul.

Revelations of things unseen.

A love I had never known before.

It consumed me.

It drew me near.

The very atmosphere of Heaven wrapped me close.

The vibrations of His love rocked me to my core.

This was no fable, no fleeting story—

it was truth deeper than any wound.

With Him by my side,

I found the courage to lift my head.

With Him by my side,

my tears dried—

for His joy had already conquered my grief.

He reminded me of who I am.

He reminded me of destiny.

He whispered that pain itself was only a passage—

that every wound could be turned to gold

in the fire of His redemption.

Now I rise.

I laugh at the lies of darkness.

I wield the rod of joy like a weapon,

driving despair back to hell.

From this day forth—

I choose to see the love He placed in me.

I choose to see the grace He covered me with.

From this day forth I know:

all things are connected.

You.Me.We.

No more pain—only His glory woven into my scars.