This hurt I hold hostage in my heart,
This hurt of good intentions gone wrong.
The apology denied,
The forgiveness withheld.
The time gone by,
The wound still unhealed.
I carry on with my life,
With each day passing by,
No one notices,
Not one has a clue.
Until one word, one moment, or one offense-
Thaws up the hurt I have held hostage all along.
Anger flares up and denial follows,
While my defense mechanisms are deployed in full force.
Walking away with my bruised heart,
I wonder, Who has been the hostage all along?!
My hurt?!
Or is it I?!
Give me your hurt, He said,
What will you do with it?!, I questioned,
Does it matter, My Child?!, He replied,
What happens to your hurt,
As long as your heart doesn't bleed anymore?!
Well, If you must know,
He whispered into my ear,
The Cross has enough place for them -
All of them.
Cast your cares on the Lord and he will sustain you; he will never let the righteous be shaken.
Psalms 55:22 NIV
I will be glad and rejoice in your love, for you saw my affliction and knew the anguish of my soul.
Psalms 31:7 NIV