So, in case you wonder what that poem is about, I have decided to give you the testimony behind it:

I had been feeling depressed almost constantly over the past few months, if not over the last half year. But that Sunday (8th of August) something happened which I might call a touch from God. I’m never so sure whether things like that are just my own thoughts popping into my head because they reflect a longing of mine, or whether it’s really something from God, but the results should speak for themselves .... Well, anyway, I was in church and during worship I was so depressed that I cried, and then there was this thought in my head “Give Me your sadness”, and then again, “Give Me your depression.” Then I had this idea that what I described in my “Son of Ilúvatar” fanfic, the central passage where Galathorn’s (= Jesus’) wounds touch Boromir’s and Galathorn takes Boromir’s pain, that this actually happened to me. I had this idea that Jesus took my hand and our fingers intertwined, and His arm covered mine, His wounds touching the scars where I had cut myself, and that all the pain, sadness and bitterness towards myself that up to that moment had still been festering inside of me (because each of my scars is connected with a painful story that involves loads of self-hate and failure, mistakes I had made and still have a hard time forgiving myself; also there was an underlying sadness inside of me because of the urge to SI which I have been battling with over the past months) flowed into Him, He drew it out of me, and in return He infused me with new hope and love. Just like that “blood exchange” in my fanfic, when Boromir thinks “my blood brother” – and that’s what I actually thought as well. This is in fact the third time that something I wrote in one of my stories for someone else actually kind of happened to me. Really strange. °.° But wonderful. I must say that since that Sunday, the sadness inside me is somehow gone. Feels so good. ^.^