Who I was not who I am

Who I was not who I am

By: Katerina French

2/20/2016

Broken

Abandoned

scared and all alone

wrestling with the fear and doubt of never having a home

I find myself fighting just to remind myself I don't have to do this on my own

As a young child carrying the weight that a child should never dare face

hopelessly longing to be loved and not having to run away just because

Why

Why do I have to hide my face

why do I have to fail the race

Why can't I be the child bought by grace?

Why do you see me not as though I am

But you see are my scared hands

my anger

my rage

my hate

Ashamed

blamed

torn apart

left alone to fill the parts that were once broken and torn

But then God gave me a new birth and I was born

Born a child of a Father who loves and adores the every intimate detail that was always ignored.

I don't have to cry the tears of pain and the tears of not knowing my name

because my daddy He came to save and on that day He rose from the grave

to save my soul and set me free

and show me love that this world could never be.

You see this was who I was and not who I am.