Tender Ember – Poem by Muse

Stored within the box
Are the flintlocks of my pain
Put away from childhood
With prayers they would wane.
~
Poised upon the precipice
Ready to ignite
Fears of ancient demons
Encircling me in flight.
~
In darkness I was consumed
In darkness was I held
Malignant consumption
Of a tyrant’s wishing well.
~
Barred and branded
To forever be unloved
I was a tender ember
Seeking solace from above.

Child abuse is an American epidemic. In 2005, more than 3.5 million children were reported as victims of child abuse or neglect.” (quote from http://www.cardinalmccloskeyservices.org)

Psalm 139:13-16  For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well. My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them.

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