I am no longer defined by my traumas
I am defined as the daughter of God
He loved me when I was in my mothers womb
And said she is my perfect creation
I am liberated from my chains
I am liberated from shame
In you I rest
In you I find my answers
In you I know I am loved
I am not thirsty anymore
Looking for answers in the wrong places
In you I am satisfied
My father
I look up at the sky
And know you are in me
About the Creator
Karen Val
Hi
Welcome to my mind, in here you will find poems I write in the middle of the night, skincare advice from a beauty specialist and maybe faith based articles.
My brain is a world of crazy ideas, poems and deep thoughts.
Enjoy!
Xoxo
Karen
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Comments (3)
Lovely poem showing your faith.
So inspirational and so true we should tell G-d everything.
I see His miracles almost every day.