Down the mountain

Little girl
Shy and afraid
No purpose in life
Wounded and left
Alone in the world
Filled with horrors of what she had done
And what had been done to her
Wanting life to end
Threw away her life
Failed at everything

Then, one day...
She had the opportunity to go back to that place,
That place of failure, of fear.
Of pain, of despair, a complete lack of hope. 
That place of despising herself,
Of knowing she could never be anything in life. 
And on that day,
As she looked back down the mountain,
At the depths she had been lifted from...
On that day...

A grown woman,
Secure and confident,
Leading a life full of purpose,
With scars as a testimony of grace,
Healed by her Maker and fully loved,
Realizes she was never alone.
Conquering her education,
Making the best of life.
Not perfect, for sure,
But definitely not a failure.

Now looking ahead
With trepidation and awe
At the mountains yet to climb
Untold sorrows
And unknown joys
She will forever climb
And she will not fail
Because she will always remember
The bottom of that valley of death
And the grace that lifted her out.