I’ve said, time and time again,
that the knives you’ve sharpened
will one day stop hurting me,
and I shall live.
I am healing, and as my life now grows,
those knives of yours are less fearful
to me.
I no longer flinch when you use them:
your sharpened, wounding words.
I no longer blink.
Am I hardened? Am I well?
Have I developed a shell?
Or is this true strength?
Only God knows the work He has wrought in me.
Only God knows why He chose to save me from you.
Only God knows His plan
for me.
Lis Goodwin ©2016
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