The constant shouting,
The never ending sequence of sharp words,
The painful inconsistencies,
THEY ALL KILL.
Slowly her heart weakens after every episode of rage
Noticeably she loses all strength to continue
Desperately she puts herself together to keep going
I see her losing her identity and desire to live
I see the loss of hope, the loss of faith
But in the midst of all this, I write
I write a story of a broken woman
One who puts everyone before herself
Amazingly a small glimpse of Christ is seen through her
She needs him though
Her light is losing its shine
She's getting dimmer
She's lost joy
She is lost
JESUS, HURRY!
Don't let her light die out
She needs to see victory
Even if she's victorious in tears
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