Salvation – a poem by Lis Goodwin

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