For years, I walked with my head held low,
A stranger to myself, afraid to show.
Mirrors whispered lies, shadows grew tall,
I shrank, I hid—I lost it all.
I called it strength, this silent fight,
But I was drowning in the night.
Hating, running, numb to grace,
Afraid to even see my face.
But He was there—He never left,
Through every wound, through every breath.
A whisper broke the chains I wore,
A light poured through an open door.
Now I rise, now I see,
I was never lost—He carried me.
No more fear, no more shame,
I stand in love, He calls my name.
Kim,
What a beautiful uplifting poem full of hope and love! Yes he is always there fot us!