Just Venting Poem by Anasha Greham

Alone

Nothing to call my own

Waiting and wondering why I’m mistreated and let down

Why should burdens and brokenness bind me? And imaginations deceive me?

Why is it hard to secure the things I want in my life?

Why are my accomplishments an endless torture of rage?

Hoping for the fulfillment I long for that once was reality is now a dream, that only visits when I’m alone in a cold and isolate room with only memories of mixed emotions

Everything I hope for, Only God can rain down his grace and mercy.

Let It Rain