I used to run from my own reflection,
A life of shame, a disconnection.
I built my walls, I closed my heart,
Convinced that love was not my part.
But grace pursued—so wild, so true,
It shattered all I thought I knew.
Not in thunder, not in flame,
But in the whisper of my name.
He saw the parts I tried to hide,
The years I fought, the tears I cried.
Yet still, He called, yet still, He stayed,
His love refused to turn away.
Now I see what He has known,
I was never meant to be alone.
From dark to light, from lost to found,
I stand in Him—on solid ground.
Wow what a beaitiful poem with a Spiritual aspect. You could be talking about a man or God. Either way it’s wonderful you found happiness again.