Can you hear the pieces of my heart?
Can you hear them crying out to you?
Do you hear it's beating falter?
Who can soothe my tear dried eyes?
Who can ever mend the pieces of my shattered heart?
Who was there to pick me up when you crushed me?
Can you hear the whisper of my heart?
Can you hear the cry of my shattered mess?
It gets louder every day.
What did I ever do to make you hate me so?
What did I ever do but love you so fully?
Maybe I am unfix-able?
Maybe I am broken, unable to be put back together again, like Humpty Dumpty.
Maybe the pieces of my heart were meant to lay on the ground and be trampled on forever.
Can you see the pieces of my heart?
Can you see them bleeding?
Do you see my heart ooze blood every time you break it again?
Who can sew the pieces of my heart up again?
Who can mend the scars?
Who can pick up the pieces and put them back in place again?
Who was there to comfort me when you abandoned me?
Who was there to care for me as you neglected me?
Where were you when my pain became too much for my heart to hold?
Where were you when I spilled my anger and pain out onto my arms?
Where were you when your family fell apart?
Where were you as I sat in the corner with my knees at my chest holding myself?
Where were you when the endless nights never ended, when I cried myself to sleep time and time again?
Where were you when I fell on my face?
Can you hear the pieces of my heart?
Can you see the pieces of my shattered mess?
Can you feel the pain you've caused me?
Can you even see me as a person?
Who was there to pick me up and put me back on my feet again?
Who became my rock, my foundation?
Who then has become my everything?
When then keeps me going, now that you've left me?
Who then has loved me more fully than you ever could?
Who then was the one to show me whose I am?
Who then was the one to show me my way? My purpose? My life?
Who then gave me life, when you sought to steel mine away from me?
You are the cause for my broken, shattered, barely beating heart.
You were not the mend, the comfort, the safety zone you should have been.
You were not the one to build me up, to make me want to be a better person.
You were the cause for my down fall.
You were the one who broke me.
You were the one to leave me bruised, bleeding and left for dead.
You were the one to leave me for others to deal with, for others to tape up and put band aids on my gaping, gushing wounds.
You were not my safety zone, you were not my comfort, my mend, you were not who you should have been for me.
Listen to the whisper of the pieces of my broken, shattered, bleeding heart.
Listen as He heals them.
Listen as He creates in me a new, whole, beautiful, stronger heart.
Listen to the whisper of my heart, listen as it tells His story as it also tells mine.
Listen to the whisper of my heart, it will tell you,
"Yes, I have been broken, shattered, abused, and rejected, but He is healing me, He is making me anew, He is creating in me a pure and beautiful heart. I am not perfect, I have my faults, I have my bruises, I have my scars, but I am made new in Him."
Maybe one day I will find total healing,
Maybe someday I will find relief from the pain.
Maybe someday I will be okay, and be able to accept that you were all apart of His plan.
Maybe some day I will find Shalom.
Maybe some day, I will find love.
Listen to the pieces of my heart, for it will tell you of His story, of His love, His grace, His mercy, His forgiveness.
Listen to the pieces of my heart, for it will tell you of pain, misery, rejection, hate, but it will also tell you of kindness, love, mercy, grace, purity, and more strength that I ever thought possible.
Listen to the pieces of my heart, and hear it speak of His glory, His love, His acceptance, His transformation of my life. He saved me. He loves me. He is making me beautiful again.
