Survivors Poetry

Time

Time slowed to a crawl
As I waited by the window,
Never leaving my perch
Hoping for the first glimpse of your car.
Hours passed
And yet I didn't move or speak.
I wanted more than anything for you to come.

Time slowed to a crawl
As I stared up at the ceiling.
Your hands never left my body.
I prayed for the pain to stop.
Minutes passed,
And yet I didn't move or speak.
I wanted more than anything for you to leave.

Time slowed to a crawl
As my Father looked down from heaven,
Never turning away, eyes never closing,
Waiting patiently for the day I'd come to Him.
Years passed
And though I did not move or speak
God wanted more than anything to tell me,
"I love you."

Child's Cry
(27th July 2009)

Why don't you pay attention to me?
You spend countless days at other things,
Working, busy.
I cannot be the child I am.
Your love for me is based in how I help
And what I can do for you.
I am useful.

I love it when you pay attention to me,
Spending endless hours with me,
Just talking, just playing,
You let me be the child I am.
Your love for me is based in who I am
And not what I can do for you.
I am special.

I hate it when you pay attention to me,
Spending eternal minutes with me,
Touching me, hurting me
You force me to be more than the child I am.
Your lust for me is based in what I am
And what you can do to me.
I am damaged.

Heavenly Father, You long to pay attention to me.
You've waited years on end for me to see
Patiently waiting, arms wide open
You created me to be the child I am
Your love for me is based in who You are
And not what I can do for You.
I am loved.



Poems by Jenni