(I felt inspired to write this poem called "Homemade Pain.")
Homemade Pain
by me
It may seem weird but
The Lord said to me,
Theres something
I want you to see.
He set down a book,
I opened the cover,
Eager to have a look.
On the first page I saw
A girl with eyes full of tears
She was young but also
Wise beyond her years
Blood dripped down her arm
The victim of self-harm.
I turned the page and
Saw another girl doing the same,
Hundreds of pages filled
With photos of homemade pain.
I began to cry for them
Moved by sudden empathy,
He said, Tell them how much I care.
Tell them the Lord can see.
Homemade Pain
by me
It may seem weird but
The Lord said to me,
Theres something
I want you to see.
He set down a book,
I opened the cover,
Eager to have a look.
On the first page I saw
A girl with eyes full of tears
She was young but also
Wise beyond her years
Blood dripped down her arm
The victim of self-harm.
I turned the page and
Saw another girl doing the same,
Hundreds of pages filled
With photos of homemade pain.
I began to cry for them
Moved by sudden empathy,
He said, Tell them how much I care.
Tell them the Lord can see.