I was abused.
I am abused.
I am bruised, but I am unbroken.
I am brave but I am unspoken.
I am bold but afraid of what he might do today.
Is he mad today?
Sad today?
Will he hurt my mom today?
I try so hard to cope, but I cannot do this alone.
Lord please tell me why he makes me want to die.
Lord help me realize you’re in control even when there’s tears in my eyes.
I can’t do this anymore.
Not without you.
Lord tell me there’s a reason for this, tell me your love is true.
Because no matter how hard I try I know his is a lie.
I am bruised but I am unbroken, though every time I speak, it’s my mom who’s heartbroken.
Because she knows my dad will just fight her harder.
How am I supposed to defend her when we’re afraid of becoming martyrs?
I am brave but unspoken.
Maybe that’s where I’m meant to be, because no matter what I say, my father still cannot see.
He can’t see the hope we have.
He can’t see the love we crave, not from him but from the one person who gives us hope.
The one person who gives me hope.
I am bruised, but I am unbroken.
With Christ I am unspoken because I am spoken for.
I am hopeful of the nail pierced hands that hold me close and tell me “it’s okay”.
He, not my father, is the reason I live to see another day.
I am bruised, but I am unbroken, for Christ was broken for me.
