No Way Out

April 23, 2009
By girlofchrist GOLD, Newport News, Virginia
girlofchrist GOLD, Newport News, Virginia
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I sit on our bed, that I share with my
mom, wondering how this should be
Wondering if I should just overdose on my pills,
or shoot myself with a gun.
My mind wanders to all my struggles
and trials.
How I’ve been rejected, like a pair of shoes that is out of style.
I think about my mom, and us not having a place to stay
And how people keep saying, “God will make a way.”
I wonder how my father’s doing, with his new wife
and how he lied, when he said he’d always be in my life.
I begin to release a river of endless, heavy tears.
Realizing how my life has gone
downhill over the years.
My mom asks if everything is OK and is anything wrong.
I begin to pour out my feelings,
that I’ve been holding in for so long.
She tells me to hold on and begins to pray.
From that day forward she shows me, that God can make a way.
Now, over a year later, I sit here thinking of my former drought,
and remember when I thought there was no way out.

Dedicated to my old self

The author's comments:
This was written as I thought about my former thoughts of destruction.

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