Box of memories broken open
Spilled shattered bits of hell
Stories so tattered, so profane
I never meant to tell.
Broken bits and secrets entrusted
to the God who knows and sees,
who poured out grace and set me free,
redeemed worst of memories.
And all that in the box was hidden
finally drawn into the light
though horrific and forbidden
were, by grace, somehow made right.
Written in response to prompt #216, Pandora’s Box at Poetic Bloomings https://poeticbloomings2.wordpress.com