[Author's Home Page]   [About the Author]    [News Page]     Welcome:    ---    LOGIN
 Voices of the Lord      71561 Poems Read


Broken Toys



Some of us are broken toys that need a mend

We grew up without much nurturing love and then...
 
We wonder which way do we go from here

We wander around in circles and wipe away our tear.
 
We are so afraid of our own shadow and to make a mistake

We live in engulfing fear and try to find our way out and to make
 
Our life different than what we had

But how do we do it?  Gee this is sad ...
 
We were born unloved unwanted children to this earth

We only needed love and attention as a result of our birth
 
We cry inside and wonder gee why me?

Why can't my mom or dad reach out and help me to be free?
 
I never wanted this life I had no choice to live

I needed my parents to love me and just to give.
 
Now I am an adult and still a broken toy

But over my years little by little God replaced my tears for joy.
 
Debra McGee Trammell
10-25-04
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He gives us "Beauty for Ashes",
the oil of joy for mourning
and the garment of praise
for the spirit of heaviness.
(Isaiah 61:3)
Amen
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Psalmes 23
The Lord is my shepherd I shall not want. He makes me . . .

  Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades  




Vote for this poem

Please Comment On This Poem

Comments

 Email Address

 

Vote for this poem



Sign Guestbook Read Guestbook

christmas2

christmas2

christmas2
  [ Poetrypoem.com ]   [ Privacy ]   [Terms ]    [ Start a Free Site ]   [ My Poetry List ]
     ©2000 - 2022 ---------- Individual Authors of the Poetry.   All rights reserved by authors. 
author3578     kuopenyung      egp1      egp3      yosph  View All Poets
Newest Item: My Father
Hard working Early morning rising Wise sayings Climbing the ladder The fi ... More
Added: 2024-04-24  My Poetry List  PoetryPoem.com      Get a Free Site       Blogs     Stories     Premium Sites