Daughter Of Sorrow Poem by April Humason

I was meant to feel the sheltering hand,
A quiet guide I could understand.
But the one who should have stood as wall
Became the shadow of my fall.

Love turned cold where warmth should stay,
Trust dissolved in disarray.
I carried shame I did not choose,
And wore the silence like hidden bruise.

The house once meant to cradle light
Became a storm without a fight.
No voice to ask, no door to run,
Just fading hope beneath the sun.

But Heaven saw the silent tear,
And held my broken spirit near.
Where earth failed to understand,
God reached gently with His hand.

I am not what hurt me made,
I am not the debt of what was betrayed.
Though sorrow marked the chapter long,
My soul still carries Heaven's song.

He gathers daughters, lost and torn,
Wraps them soft in mercy born.
And writes a truth the pain could not erase —
I am held in sacred grace.