Judge My Every Scar

When the world doesn't understand you

With my arms wide open 
Where can I begin 
Can I see my self in redemption 
Or falling through the cracks instead

I'm not always falling 
But when I find myself without my wings 
Can God hear me calling 
When my rage drowns out everything

Am I too far out of reach 
Have I flown a bit too far 
I'm so tired of the hypocrites that preach 
And judge my every scar

Is it all just a matter of patience 
Have I crossed the line 
As I race towards salvation 
The Devils not far behind

Reviews

[Daisygirl]

Nice poem! I liked the contrast between being on the way to salvation but also falling towards the Devil.

[Josh Anderson]

Thank you!