I have suffered
I have hurt
Been tortured unfairly
By shame, been burnt
I have been shrouded
By the darkness of depression
Have felt the ice-cold winds
Of loneliness and isolation
I have heard the whisperings
Felt the spider legs creep
Of fear and anxiety
On my back, just out of reach
I know what it is like
To have your voice snatched by the wind
To play an assigned role
So that you are allowed to fit in
I have heard mournful cries
Echoing in the night
Before suddenly realising
That they were actually mine
I write all this to say
That I have experienced pain
For so long, it was inside me
But I was unable to say
Until one day
A pen found me
Offered me its services
To express my feelings safely
And I was left with this record
Chiselled into hard rock
And finally, I could learn
How to make this pain stop
I Have Suffered

Anxiety, Christ, Christian Poetry, Depression, Emotions, Fear, God, Healing, Hope, Pain, Poetry, Redemption, Trauma, Writing

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