Saved Despite Scars

I see the cross
Through blades
Trapping me
I can’t reach out
Can’t lay my burdens down
Without reaching for the old ways

I remember His blood
Sign of His grace

Yet I call to mind
Those dark nights
When I reached first
For the danger of the blade

My shame and desire
Block the Holy
Dare not reach out
For the Father’s arms
When I still see the scars
On my own, a reminder of pain

And yet.
It is the cross
Which reminds me
I’m saved from shame
And made new by His grace

My wounds are healed by His.
A poem reflecting on the guilt so often felt by those who are, or have struggled with self-harm. Author Anonymous.

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