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Sharp weapon on her person
She was not trained to use
But life taught her to slash and slay in self-defense
At people who seemed like they wanted to help
After all they may be tricksters, up to no good
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In war, one expects some wounds
So she nursed her wounds even as she fought her battles
It was a constant fight on every side
There was no home ground
“Peace” – that was only an anomaly in her mind
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The wounds she never expected
Were the ones that took her down
Not from close friends, not the stab in her back
But the stab in her heart, that came from her own mouth
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These self-inflicted wounds
Take the longest to heal
They hurt the most
They feel so deep
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If she could be trained
Somehow made aware
How to stop this savage cycle, she would
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Then she thought of the wounds Jesus bare
And what they meant for her
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She rolled off her bed to start another day
A fresh start, no more going that way
She grabbed her thoughts bringing them under subjection to God
Before they proceeded out of her powerful mouth
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Maybe life had struggles, and wounds were inevitable
Maybe battles had to be fought
But with a waggling weapon called her tongue
She would no longer be snared by the words of her mouth