my poem, through my eyes

Looking out, peering through the scenes

one sees a world.

A busy world, a hurt world, a lost world.

Looking out something has to be said,

but nothing is said.

For life is in silence.

Crying inside, with a shattered yet hardened heart.

Does anyone care? How could anyone care about someone like me...

Other peoples' pain is different, they need someone to care for them.

But my pain...why would anyone even care?

The mind wants to say so much but the mouth is silent.

Jesus is near. But, when can He be seen?

Oh, to only hear the words "I love you child" and to see His face.

Satan wispers a lie.

But, the spirit is to weak to bother fighting.

Inside, there's a struggle that people around don't see.

Defeat is wispered and the pain continues.

Defeat hasn't won despite the wisper.

I want to be held by the Master, I want to be healed.

I see the cross, I want to make it known

but people will only scoff and call it pagan.

I want to make it known

but what can be done when pearls aren't supposed to be tossed at swine?

Hope for a moment arisended within my soul but the flame went out soon after.

Satan throws his firey darts.

There's too much to handle.

Burdens I want to give to my Shephard

but fear is in the way.

I want to be held by the Master and to know freedom from the pain.

If only He could touch my hand, I'd be healed...

I want to rest in the Master's arms and to know what His rest is like.