Broken

A car pulls up and a man gets out.
She doesn't want to leave..

Her mom squeezes her tight,
then lets her go.

She gets in the car and watches her mother's image fade into the distance.

He drops her off,
"Who are these people? These strangers?"
He doesn't love her, he doesn't want her.









Hours go by and he's no where to be found.
"Where is he? Why doesn't he love me?" she wonders.

Hungry she looks, but just like him they won't let her eat.
"Maybe I really am fat...maybe I shouldn't eat."

She aches, but she can't cry.
Crying is against the rules.

As the oldest she must stay strong.
She's not alone, she's not the only one hurting, longing to be loved.

She must take care of the others, they have no one else.

He finally comes.
She trys to tell him,
she trys to say that her heart is breaking,
he laughs.

He is controlling,
you don't complain, you don't disobey, you don't talk back.

The lies and the pain confuse her.
"Why doesn't he love me?"
She has no one when she is with him.

The damage he has done to her will never fade away,
although you can't see them the scars remain.

Only God is there,
she tries to have faith.

She prays alone and silent,
she musn't be caught.

She wants to give up, let him win, and take her own life.

She wonders if she has a purpose..
She cries out to God...
God whispers "you are my child, you are have a purpose bigger than this."

Nothing is ever wrong on the outside,
she hides behind her smile.

Although you can't see them,
the bruises, the cuts, and scars state the memories.

She hides it all inside,
and covers the pain.

She prays to God,
please give me one last day.

God grants her wish,
and gives her many days.

Although she is broken,
those bruises, cuts, and scars are more than just memories.
They are battle scars, reminders of what she has overcome.

While alone she is broken,
with Jesus she is strong.
He has taught her to take her weaknesses
and turn them into strengths,
to take her fears and conquer them,
to take her dreams,
and turn them into reality.

Just because you are broken,
doesn't mean you are done.
If you are broken,
it is opportunity to be healed.

She doesn't hide behind her smile anymore,
because now when she smiles, she smiles for real.
She smiles because she has something to live for.