A broken sparrows song

broken sparrow, with tattered wings,
Bearing the scars of childhood's cruel things.
Innocence stolen, by hands so vile,
Leaving my spirit, to walk trauma's mile.

Alone and lost in a world so cold,
The demons of PTSD took an iron hold.
Nightmares and flashbacks, a endless refrain,
Of the abuse endured, again and again.

In the depths of that anguish, a darkness took root,
Whispering lies, that I was worthless, to boot.
Self-loathing consumed me, a cancer within,
Convincing my soul, it was stained by sin.

With no escape from the torment I bore,
Self-harm's release became my brutal shore.
A way to express the ache I couldn't voice,
To feel in control, when life left no choice.

The razor's caress, a temporary balm,
Before the self-hatred, like a tidal wave's calm.
Leaving me adrift in a sea of despair,
Believing the devil had claimed me there.

Though I loved my God, with all of my heart,
I felt unworthy, torn apart.
Surely His light could not reach this pit,
Where brokenness and shame, had left me unfit.

But even in my darkest, most desolate hour,
A still small voice, whispered of His power.
"You are not forsaken, nor are you forgotten,
For in My great love, your chains will be shotten."

His words like a lifeline, a beacon of hope,
Helped my battered soul, to finally cope.
To see past the lies, the devil's cruel con,
And embrace the truth, of the battle He's won.

For though I am broken, a sparrow fallen,
His love can reach me, no depth too appalling.
He'll mend these torn wings, and heal every scar,
Lighting my way, like the brightest star.