Saving Grace

Insecurity 'twas my banner
In shambles i wore it so well
Knocked down and trodded upon
I reached the bowel's of hell

No self esteem could ever save me
From bitter words and lies
Sticking me with sharp daggar's
Cutting me with their slicing eyes

Defenceless i lay grieving
Upon my mourning bed
Knowing full well i'd been defeated
From viscious word that were said

Telling me i would never be much
Maybe just an ignorant whore
They continued to belittle my psyche
'Til i couldn't take anymore

I ran for an opening i saw gleaming
A tunnel with most blinding light
Running very fast towards it
I found my Savior that night

poem by Theodora Onken
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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