Holy Trinity
You cut in three's
Because of the Holy Trinity--
He is your grace, salvation, forgiveness.
But isn't it ironic?
As your white skin blooms
That you'd seek comfort
In punishment
In blades and glass and broken fingernails?
But you're not broken
You're not done.
You are not damaged.
You are not worthless.
For His love endures forever
And you are a child of God.
👁 4💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
If you or someone you know is struggling, you are not alone.
988 Suicide & Crisis Lifeline — call or text 988, 24/7. Crisis Text Line — text HELLO to 741741.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
Comments are closed for this poem.