Wounded I bleed
I feel the warm blood
As it slides down my body
To drip onto and mingle with
The dirty floor
It is not new to me
It is a slice wound
Inflicted by my enemy
Using different tools
Whenever the wound begins
To heal
He cuts it again
Pain mortifies my body
And my mind
Oh no, I had hoped
It was gone
But the wound is open
Again
Then he taunts me
During this life
I will be his prey
He puts the knife back in
And turns it
Then he again hisses
A dreaded accusation
Useless
For so many reasons
Useless
I begin to sink
I cower away
I shrink back
My mind reels
Yet, this time
This time is different
Oh, I have been sliced
But I no longer believe
The accusations
I set aside the pain
To believe a truth
To believe The Truth
Truth that heals and soothes
A product of enduring love
Whispering to my soul
Singing in my heart
Reality in my mind
Is this Truth
Surpassing the sensation
Of the slice
Blocking the sounds
Of accusations
I am loved
On that final day
Only that will matter
I have value to Him
If the world casts me aside
It is His estimation of me
That sustains me
Forever
IHS 7-8-19