This is my first try at poetry since high school. Don't judge!
Laying in the shadows while the mist slowly falls
tears falling at the same rate.
I feel lost, hopeless, forgotten,
tormented by dark thoughts of things that could be.
Daily I am reminded of the limited time I have on earth,
wishing I can go back and savor each moment with those I love.
How could God bring me as a foreigner to this place
and abandon me?
I felt my father calling me here,
obediently I came.
But where is He now, has He gone?
Is He disciplining His impatient child?
Was it really the Lord's voice I heard?
Resisting the voice of darkness I turn to listen.
Now the gentleness of God's hand is guiding me,
out of the shadows through the storm of tears.
He has a plan, far better than I can imagine.
Selfishly I wish for a glimpse of that promise,