No Longer Enslaved

All of the sudden and out of the blue,

the images come back reminding me of you.

Not pleasant thoughts or heartwarming things,

but pure pain and hurt and oh Lord it stings.

In the middle of the night, your abuse haunts me still,

and I wake up afterward with an eerie terror and chill.

I pray that the Lord would deliver me soon,

so I may sleep in peace and celebrate the moon.

Post traumatic stress disorder is no laughing matter,

and its not just the soldiers who's minds have been battered.

I have lived through my share of abuse and neglect,

and I am living proof that this mess can be checked.

Fear surrounds me when the flashbacks come on,

and I have to remind myself that I can stand strong.

As God as my witness I am going to proclaim,

that this valley I walk through will not be in vain.

My God is my fortress, and he will anoint,

and  regardless of this emotion, I will remain on point.

I was created to be beautiful, with no spirit of fear,

with humility and enormous faith I ask God to steer.

My life is not mine, rather a gift to live freely,

and I know that no person can attempt to be me.

You can't hurt me anymore, I am no longer enslaved,

With my Lord and my Savior I have surely been saved.

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