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Wednesday, August 1, 2012

I was the quiet one

I was the quiet one the one who'd never told
I carried my secret scars  that have become old
Things were being done to me  when I was quite  small
Others were speaking out and  I kept hiding all

Afraid of displeasing the good God above
I kept all in silence to show Him my love
So broken up and beaten; I kept all inside
Because I was instructed: saints never cried.

Once I confided to a priest all my hurt
 I left feeling humbled: lower than dirt
So never again did  I willingly share
Till new hurts reopened what was hidden with care.

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