Shattered Glass Life After Abuse

Someone who loves me spoke words to me that hurt. She seemed rude. Her words felt like a slight, but the person said she meant it from a positive place through their experience and journey. We are chiseled in life etch by etch until will shine with light For her words matched her walk and experience and seemed a universal truth. But when one is a daughter of the King she must know first that God alone is the voice that must be obeyed and honored. Advice that seems good for all may not be in proper timing for each. I know that I myself make this error many times, more times than I will probably ever know. With God we have our own personal path, when surrendered we are letting him complete us in His own timing. It is easy to judge from the outward appearance but God sees the inward and deals on levels that are unseen usually to the observer. Comments made cut to the core, Often hit truth and carve us raw, Exposing what we know-- but are not Ready to receive, the timings wr...

by Isikol on devientart, boris tribute My flesh, my muscles and my bones, I flex and lift my bronzing tones, I once was skinny, dust and dirt, Now I'm built, I hold the earth. Nothing easy comes to me, Grovel, work, I can not flee. Words haunt, howl, from my past, Blows in frozen, bred to last. By my brow and pumping grit I resolve, no more, I spit, Cradle to my bed alone Four walls free me from that home. Choose I must now - how I live, Running springs no longer give, Dig my own well, for my thirst, Raging feelings, out I curse. Cut the strings that held me down Dangling offers - sins abound. Taste the apple from the tree, Rotten to the core, I see. Pleasures, crutches, hold me back, Mirrors glaring, what I lack, Smoke defuses, nothings clear, But the song of panting deer. Brawn and might can get me far, Still I'm crawling on the floor. Willed erect now, full of pride. Satan lurled me, 'course, he lied. My redeemer, sees my core, ...

I am trying to speak, to explain, but I am incapable of being heard. I am speaking clearly in my head, but what comes out is mumbled. I want to be heard, to be understood, to be empathized, But others can't comprehend or even barely listen to what is uttered. It is too hard to listen to, dragging them deep where they do not want to go. Pretty little house, cute little family. We go to church. We serve. Love the Lord. Raise our kids. You are weird, complicated, too hard to be a friend. I don't need that in my life. I have a ministry and enough to do. Help me find a way to end this conversation. Help me get away. I will never speak to her again. I will be quiet. I will pretend to listen, But I am not. I have already moved on. Sticky people are more trouble than they are worth. What is that you said? You couldn't possibly. Are you serious? How could you think that? I am trying to learn to not speak ... at least to certain people... but truly in most. Smi...