Monday night as I was writing yesterday’s post, I was reminded of a poem I wrote back in 1994. I think it was the first poem I ever wrote. It was written out of a desperately empty heart. I debated sharing it here because I was not sure it fit. It is in some ways highly personal and after sharing it with one person they told me it was depressing. Despite that, it’s remained close to my heart.
As I said I wasn’t sure about posting it until today (Tuesday). It was this comment by a dear friend that was confirmation. I’m still not sure how it fits into my post from yesterday, but I felt the undeniable pressure to post it here.
No Answer
Dry and fragile, like the fall leaves,
my spirit finds no satisfaction, no relief.
I cry out “Oh my God, where are you now?”
Yet, still this emptiness lingers with no relief.
My heart finds joy and is soaring,
like an eagle on the blue.
How then, my heart then finds
no joy and comfort to ease my aching soul?
I cry out again, “Oh Lord, my God?
Where are you now?”
But still no answer to this loneliness I feel.
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