Violated

He took me
Forcefully
He violated me
With disrespect
Disregard
And cold, cruel contempt
I cried until
I slumped
On the cold concrete
Close to a church
Wanting to die
My breathing, shallow and weak
I prayed,
I don’t want to stay here anymore,
In a cold cruel world.”
Then I heard voices
But they sounded like
Angels singing
Or a church worship session
The singing was angelic
“But surely
These are humans,”
My tired mind wondered
My mind reeling and spinning
I lay there
Bleeding and in pain
“I can’t loose my baby.”
My mind shrieked,
“No I can’t loose my baby,”
I suddenly wanted to live
For the sake of my baby
An unfamiliar groan sifted into my mind
“Who is groaning?”
I thought within me
Then I heard voices
This time closer to me
“She alive,” a female voice yelled
A male voice replied,
“Call 911, she will make it in Jesus name.”
“Yes pastor,” the female voice answered
The pastor held me and rocked me like a new born baby
“Jesus loves you, you will be okay,”
One year later
The pastor married me
And my baby is our baby
Wow! Restoration and healing depicted in this poem as only God can give! His love is real and vast beyond our ability to comprehend! This brought tears to my eyes!
Thank you so much Martha, God bless you🙏😊💕
Wow. God keep you and your family. In loving care.
Thank you so much, Victoria 🙏❤️😊
WOW, what a Miracle–God bless you!
Thank you 😊💕🙏
Welcome 🙂
This is so amazing. God bless you, and keep writing.
Thank you so muck 🙏💕😊. Blessings
What a touching story I am going to tweet this.
Thank you so much 💕🙏😊