She is a stranger to all Walking alone In the shadow of death A child angel without wings.. Wondering ... Does God care? Does he feel her sadness loneliness anger despair Does it even matter.. He has deserted her again. She is the dirt of this earth.. As he intended her to be.. Born into this shadow of death... Born into pain Born to suffer alone Abandoned by God.. Abandoned by all.. Misplaced.. Disgraced.. Not meant to be.. So she walks with the shadow of death.. Hand and hand Because she knows.. He does not hear Does not see.. She is but one small speck of nothingness.. Not worthy of compassion.. Just one of many forgotten angels.. Screaming Prayers and pleas.. Her body and spirit so tired.. Her voice Now gone.. No longer does she pray She has finally realized she was a mistake.. Never to belong in this world.. Just a girl.. Not worthy of... Love Family A kind look A soft touch.. She pretends she is a real angel.. Flying through blue skies.. Knowing in her heart she is simply an angel in disguise.
She may, indeed, be "Born into this shadow of death... Born into pain...", but she need not remain there. She IS worthy. A most painful write - one that I understand all too clearly. Blessed Be.
Erica, I really like the emotion you write with here and the form you chose. Hope to all the angels in disguise out there, and a Happy Easter to you. Dawn
An honest but sad write.Hope you find better days that will dispel the despair in your life. Happy Easter, may the good Lord enter your life and replace the emptiness within.
Reviewed by Kevin Mc Crum (Reader)
Reviewed on April 11, 2004
been there baby! it ain't fun!!!
You did a good job portraying this angst!
Reviewed by James Justice (Reader)
Reviewed on April 11, 2004
This is great unfortunately there are so many people in this world that feel that type of dispair and isolate them selves from the world. Wonderful write
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on April 11, 2004
There's always hope, sounds like a plea and gentle rant..
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A thousand hugs,
Tami
powerful write
john+
You did a good job portraying this angst!
Happy Easter to you!
~ Sandie Angel a.k.a. May Lu ~