(Previously Published on Mrs Words Blog)

Overwhelmed,
At the end of my rope,
Can’t seem to find anymore strength to cope
It’s all too hard, 
It’s going up in smoke, 
I’ve lost my way and I just can’t cope.
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What is this going on inside my mind?
What is the reason, what is the rhyme?
I’m not good enough, I can’t do it anymore
I’m not perfect, so now I’m a failure
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The tank is empty,
It has run dry, 
Nothing left to give from my life
Not a drop, not a sap,
Nothing more left in here
I’m all out, signing off from here
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Someone throw me a lifeline
In a crowd with a million faces
Yet alone in empty spaces
Inside my head
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With a smile pasted on the outside
Dried up bones withered on the inside
Who am I? with nothing left to offer
No longer Super-Mumma
But, the Princess lives.
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There is hope that I cling to
A rope pulls me out
I am His creation
Made without a doubt
For a special purpose
Uniquely designed
Acceptable! Good enough!
In His perfection, I am found
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I am chosen, I am His child
Destined for greatness
In His kingdom found.
I am His Princess
A daughter of His throne
A royal child forever
Now I have found my home
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His perfection covers
All my sin and scars
All my battered bruises
All my ruined past
His loves it heals 
All the broken-ness
A future now in glory
Renewed, whole and healed.
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(Written 6 August, 2013 by Conny Stewart)