Crying Out Poem by Mary Christine Ward

Disingrated capacity
Where does the pain come from?
Reaching out to thoes who used to reach to reach for me
And dont seem to be there
How much does God hear
When surrounds seem so bleak
Dark glasses clouding everything
Yet will I still praise
My Creator and King
Lost in a vastness of hollows
Echos of dark suggestions
All Ive been forced to swallow
My God do you hear me
My heart screams
My spirit wrenched
Torn from my loves
My God so far above
All that concumes
Almost too weak
Yet somehow Ill press into you
Freedom beckons
Chained I beg to answer its call
No comfort in anyone tangible
I want to cower from the brawl
I am weak
Life is a miracle
God allows me to breathe
And He will set me free...