To heal my wounds, I worshiped myself.
I found the path to healing but stumbled on my way.
Self-worship became wounds wrapped in chains.
Scars linger.
Birthmarks for my children,
Who’ve received their own wounds.
We seek our heading on the path,
To heal the wounds,
To break chains.
Christ is that Way,
The Rock on which all chains break,
To make us free.
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Beautiful metaphor, Nancy.