When I start to feel sad and depressed,
I look at my children and see how I am blessed.
Sometimes the emotions can be so overwhelming,
I force myself to concentrate on Jesus and the joy that He brings.
Most of my days I find this very difficult and hard,
I know in my mind that I’m forgiven, but my heart is still scarred.
I’m desperate to be free of the anger and pride,
I long to be free from the brokenness I hide.
When someone looks at me I’m not sure what they see,
My goal is to reflect perfection, happiness, and beauty.
I know in my soul the facade is not really me, but seeking to be authentic is