God Blesses the Child Who Hurts ©Dawn Minott |with audio

On By Dawn MinottIn Poetry

Part I: The Separation

From experiences encountered each passing day
She grows, just a little more
But now she knows, inside, she’s never really fully grown
For in her heart, buried deep within
A child yearns to be known, to be loved, to grow

Unanswered questions played on repeat:

Was it me?
Was I not the child he wanted?
Did I cry too loudly?
Did I make him mad?
Did I bring him laughter?
No! He must have been sad

There’s no other explanation
He’d just simply gone away

Never held her as a baby
Never fed her as a child
Never called her his little girl
Never owned her as his child

Growing up she felt abandoned
Kept it hidden, deep down inside
Didn’t want to let mom know
Didn’t want make mom sad
For he had left her behind too

Cried when she knew mom could not hear her
Built a father in her mind—
Not the one who left, but the one she needed
He lived in memories that never happened
Kept her sane, kept her dreaming

Part II: The Reuniting

Then that image, it got shattered
Reality didn’t ask permission, it just came crashing in
Tearing away what she had dreamed of
Leaving her bare
Scared again

Said he loved her, but he hit her
Said he’d always be there, but vanished again

Alone

She survived on strangers’ kindness
Curled up in corners not her own
Love felt like waiting on empty
And pain?
A predictable “friend”, well known

Part III: Attempted Reconciliation

She tried to mend the broken pieces
Three times
Being rejected o’er again
Sending letters
Making phone calls
He just didn’t want to be there
She learned—you can’t find what won’t be found

Yes—there were nights when sorrow sang her to sleep
And mornings when tears her only prayer
But even then, God held each shattered piece
And when she stopped chasing
That’s when He started healing

The child within has grown up
Now she can let him go—
Not in anger but in accepting
That sometimes silence is the answer
And the space for wounds to heal

Part IV: Resolution

In that healing she found forgiving
So she didn’t break, but bloomed
So the storms that came couldn’t drown her
And the darkness her mind subdue
So she could see that someone was waiting

Not the father who couldn’t stay—but the One who couldn’t leave
Always right there by her side
In the aching, in the silence, orchestrating her becoming

Part V: The Benediction

So to those who feel abandoned
Confused, abused, used

Hear this:

God can mend the broken pieces
Find your child who lives within
He invites—
Pick yourself up, begin again
And, know this
He’s the Father who stays
He heals
He restores
And

He blesses the child who hurts

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In creative solidarity, Dee

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