This poem is extremely personal. Some might understand it completely, while others won't have a clue what I'm talking about...I guess it's just the style of my poetry.

Aryon O Huine Child

Hollowed Truth

They say I hurt them
I know they hurt me
Silently the cries
Go unheard in my heart.
Scared and screaming,
I feel…so alone.
Should I let the river take me?
Unto the ends of the earth?
Live…or die?
So confused,
Dying,
Wailing,
Bleeding,
Wanting…
Needing.
I say, “Let me be!”
But deep down…
I desire…
Desire for love to caress me.
Yet is has not come.
Feelings of hatred,
Isolation has consumed me.
I am never included; I watch.
Sitting in the dark corner…
I watch the ones I wish to love
Have joy and interaction amidst each other.
Sometimes I cry in the night;
Will I be this way forever?
“I must be bold!”
And I try, I try, I try…
Alas, it only makes me look more like a dumb mute.
I pray…
“Please God bring him to me…
Please…may it be;
My soul…is deteriorating.”
Deep…deep in the hours of time of rest,
I open my Bible or give myself a test.
“They don’t care…I just want to leave.”
I say, as my Bible is slammed closed.
“How will this book help me be more exposed?”
Slowly opening it again…
I unwillingly give it to Him.
My face well wet with tears,
My cheeks red with fears,
I let my Father scoop me up in His arms, so dear.
So suddenly! I felt everything melt…
My yells of, “Why did you desert me!” ceased in seconds.
I soon realized:
I had forgotten.
I forgot He was there…
I forgot He cared.
I cried for forgiveness.
“I was so selfish-“
Yet He hushed me, and said:
“Precious child…
It does not matter what they do:
For, I love you.”
He showed me that which was true.
For now,
I have hope too.
When I am off in the distance,
Catching glimpses of their conversing,
I don’t have to be too afraid anymore.
God will take care of me,
He will preserve my soul,
For that special moment…and that special “him” that’ll take his toll.