Poem -

Second Chance

She lays on her side crying with pain
She often sits alone in the freezing rain

Wondering when the sun will brighten her day
Hoping the knife will take her pain away

She cuts with a small blade from her legs to her wrist
Crying out on from the inside balling up her fist

She watches the flesh break apart releasing the blood
Watches it poor out into a blood streamed flood

Her breath begins to weaken as she feelsย faint
She saw a bright light... From God aย Saint

Rubbing her eyes, opening them to a bright light
God approached her wearing bright white

He told her cutting is a sin
She began to cry after almost thinking maybe she could win

He points at her and shakes his head with a frown upon his face
She finally saw she was the cause for her own disgrace

The fire came up burning her flesh dragging her to hell
It was dark and hot as she fell

Screaming at the pain of the intense heatย 
She cried out looking up watching God take a seat....

Waking up realizing it was all a dream
She saw her mom andย her old tennis team

By her side when she awoke in the hospital bed
They gave her letters which she read

Learning she was loved all along it was all a in herย mind
She prays to God thanking him for being so kind

Gave her another chance after sinningย to God and his son
She finally realized everything she needs is right there,ย she finally won.

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