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  • Jenn Jones

Wounded Faith

Unease festers within me,

Tears welling up,

Sacred rage—

Oh, sacred grief.

Exhausted, I am,

Resilience wanes.

Craving peace's embrace,

Seeking God's grace—

Where hides she?

Has she abandoned me?

Years of trauma weigh heavy,

Nervous system, disrupted,

Mind filled with static's hum.

Embracing madness,

For it, faithful, remains.

I long to be seen,

To be felt, understood,

My once-muted voice,

Now a thunderous roar,

Demanding not just to be heard,

But to be truly listened to.

And to you, I implore—

Forsake me no more.



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