Helpless.
At the lowest point of her life.
Weak and hopeless,
She’d fallen,
Fallen to the depths of her mind,
Where Satan crept.
And tears,
Tears slipped to the ground.
So many times,
Obstacles had caused her to falter,
But each time,
She’d dug to the depths of her being,
And found that inner strength,
Strength she had run out of.
And tears,
Tears slipped to the ground.
Satan’s footholds,
Became too many.
And too strong.
Too weak to get up,
She fell farther down.
Satan had her confused,
Vulnerable.
Herself,
She blamed herself for not being able
To get up alone.
Satan entered her life,
And crushed her heart.
And crimson,
Crimson slipped to the ground.
She knew no escape,
No way to get out of Satan’s grasp.
She wanted away,
But was so weak.
She allowed him to control,
Unknowingly.
So sly he was,
Told her the way out was death.
Long, slow, and painful,
As Satan enjoys.
Satan entered her soul,
And slit her wrists.
And crimson,
Crimson slipped to the ground.
Her instinct,
Her Savoir,
Whispered to her
And told her she was worth more.
More than Satan had convinced her of.
She was desperate and lost,
But she wandered into His arms,
So weak she fell before His feet.
And was told the tale of His love,
Of His mercy and grace,
Of His wrists,
Of His tears.
Her soul could rest within Him,
She was saved.
By crimson tears,
Crimson tears that slipped to the ground.
Age 14