
| Dear God
Author: cindylou30 An old poem I wrote expressing my feelings as I yearned for God. It was written last year when I was twelve.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry/Angst - Words: 421 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 2 - Published: 11-14-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3074390
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Hello, God
Do You remember me?
It's been a while
But things are falling apart at the seams
And although I feel petty and pathetic
Waiting for so long to come crawling back
I cannot deny that to my victories you deserve credit
So here I go, to lay it all out
I'm glad you don't get bored
Because it's going to a take a while to say what this is about
My home life is a mess, and I feel completely useless
Others ask for my help, and I ask, "Why are you asking me?"
I've been told I'm compassionate an perhaps a bit foolish
But if they knew my dour thoughts like You do... Oh Lord, I need You
Things are so much worse
Than the last time I prayed
My dad, the burned-out pastor
Is beginning to crumble like clay
My mom, I love her, I really do
After all, she knows me almost the best
Second only to You
But as of late she's succumbed
To the numbing of her brain
With things not necessarily sinful unless abused
And these things are making her rather sulky and mundane
My sister, so soft like dough
Impressionable and formed by the Baker's hands
Was left in our care and protection
I don't want her to hurt even though
I feel like I'm decaying inside
And now, Lord, I'll bring the topic to me
Who can only be heard through pencil and paper
And stands out about as much as a mellow color scheme
My friends I'm allowing to drop away
As I wander further and farther away from my own sanity
And ever day
I get knocked down, never trying to get back up
I take the hurt, the criticism, the lashings
Boys touch, girls whisper,
And yet, throughout it all, You shine
A beacon of hope in torrents of icy despair
But, Father, I'm so weary of trying
To find You through these thronging crowds
I catch of glimpse of Your glory
Only to have it snatched away and in dejection I drown
So I'll ask once more, if only for consolation
Do You really see me?
Do You really love me?
Is there a way to make You proud?
I want to be seen
But not by the crowd
That miserable, blind crowd
But by You
Father, Savior, Almighty
Oh, God, show me the truth
I want to learn to love You
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