TITLE: The New Creation
By Jeryl Jasmine
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The pain the fear vibrate within me.
Taut like the string on a bow.
Wrapping spiney fingers around me.
Begging, pleading to let my sanity go.
Battered and brusied, who was me gives up.
But somewhere deep down in my soul,
Someone silently listens.
Waiting for me to say no.
Quietly He begins to pick up the broken, fragmented pieces
Of who used to be me,
And begins to build the new creation I will be.
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