So ThreadBare I've Become

For years my mind has been plagues by this addiction -

My brain compelling it to scar the very body it is hardwired to protect

My body has become a living negative,

bearing the marks of wear as my flaws are exposed.

The imperfections of my humanity are on full display,

And I am unreveling.

So Threadbare I've become.

Yet I know hope remains.

The One who knows the depths of my soul so well is making me new,

weaving together every broken and scarred part of myself

that I've shrouded in shame

into a work of art for His glory.