Poetry

I wrote the poem “Why?” a couple of years ago, and was very honoured for it to recently be published in a book by Veronica Zundel called “Crying for the Light”.

“I Look” and “I am” are also two pieces of writings I wrote a few years back.


Why?

So, Lord tell me why you planned this?
I would like to know.
You made me, and have your hand on me,
but where are you?
In the dark times of pain, you feel so close
yet so far away.
So, Lord, tell me why you planned this?
I would like to know.

I feel I have no words to say, but my
fingers keep typing away
trying to find some reasoning ,
trying to work out why,
so Lord tell me!
Why did you plan all this?
I would like to know.
You made the sun, the stars and the sea.
You made this world,
this life I live
which sometimes wonders where you are.
So, Lord, tell me why you planned this?
I would like to know.

Sometimes I cant see clearly through the thick black cloud
but sometimes I look out and see light.
I cry out to you, God, time and time again,
asking, searching, needing, wanting …
So, Lord, tell me why you planned this?
I would like to know.

© Helen

I look

I look down and see the ground

I look up and see the skies

I look around and wander where the people are

I look hard and try to find some sense in this life

It is hard when you don’t see what you need

It is hard when you can’t see what it is your longing for

It is hard when you just want that someone to tell you they love you

It is hard when it does not happen

Why does it always rain but you can feel the heat?

Why does the sun shine, but you can feel the cold?

Why is it that people all around are laughing and smiling … ?

Why is it that you laugh and smile with them but cry inside?

When will the heat cool down and cold start to fade?

When will life regain composure and normality?

When will we the heart that is broken mend?

When will it feel like life has begun again?

I look down and see the ground

I look up and see the skies

I look around and wander where the people are

I look hard and try to find some sense in this life

© Helen

I am

I am not a punch bag

I am not yours to do as you like

I am not some dirty cloth to throw on the floor

I am not just another person to be abused

I have feelings

I have a heart

I have a body that cries

I have eyes, even if they don’t show the tears

I feel the fear sometimes

I feel the sadness of a life unlived

I feel the pain I never speak of

I feel the beating of a broken heart

I wish I could turn back time

I wish life could make more sense

I wish you would view me different

I wish you could hear me

I hope for hope

I hope for peace

I hope for love

I hope for mercy.

I am me

I am her

I am that person

I am

© Helen

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