Scars

Scars

A Poem by Alyssa Carlstrom

I have scars because I have fought the toughest battles.
I taught myself how to be strong during the hardest of times.
Depression came and left, the pain I can't even begin to describe.
Night after night I cried myself to sleep, begging God for it to end.
These scars will forever be with me, so do me a favor, and never re-open them.

But whenever I look back, I see that someone was holding me while I let my teardrops become waterfalls.
His name is Jesus, and I now see why my life can be so hard at times.
I am proud to show someone one of my white lines, because it is proof that I came out victorious in the end.
I won against Satan, but he still cuts the same scars over and over again.
No matter what I go through, I know I will make it.
After all, those lines are what remind me that I can do anything, because God is on my side.

© 2012 Alyssa Carlstrom


Author's Note

Alyssa Carlstrom
Picture is not by me. Found on Google Images.

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Added on October 20, 2012
Last Updated on October 20, 2012
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