Without Him Where are We?
by Marijo Phelps 10/04/2009 / Poetry
Hopelessness
Rain pounds on the windows,
Yet it can never get in.
It is like some people
Knocking on closed doors
Failing to realize
That they will never open.
It is pitiful to those
Who are on the inside
Watching the rain's fruitless
Yet incessant drive.
They know
It will never succeed.
Futility
It's the only leaf left on the tree of life.
All the rest have blown away.
It lives, it grows, but none live with it.
Growing Up II
Struggling so hard
To be free
To be me
And having a bad enough time
On my own,
Within my head
Without the added hassle
Of trying to stay out
Of the box you want to put me in
Thoughts of Sadness
You're gone
I'm empty, alone, beaten and sad
And you, you are gone.
I want what we shared
I want it back again
I'm reaching out for it,
And it's not there.
Yet I don't even know what I am reaching for.
I only know that you are gone
And I? I'm empty, alone, beaten and sad.
(C) Marijo Phelps all rights reserved. Use with proper credits.
About Self
Saved by His grace in 1974, from 9 years of professing atheism into His loving arms. RN for 23 years, missionary with YWAM then statistical analyst for Every Home for Christ over 9 years. Living with my husband in the middle of a mountain meadow. GRIN! Wanting to spread the good news