Middle School:
Broken. Abandoned. Bruised. Hopeless.
Tossed aside by the waves.
Lost. Confused. Disheartened. Scared.
Left to die on an abandoned isle.
The waves come in
Pick up my body
The waves go out.
Crash me into the rocks.
Too weak to cry,
Too tired to swim.
When will I go under
For the last time?
Will it be this wave or the next?
9th grade:
Then�
From out of nowhere comes a hand.
I don�t know who�s it is,
Whether it is strong or weak,
But it is my only hope.
So I cling to it
And do not struggle
As it carries me to shore.
10th-11th grade
The hand gently sets me
Down on the shore
Begins to wash my wounds.
�What are you doing?�
�I can take care of myself!�
I push it away.
And try to heal myself
Though I have no strength.
12th grade:
I am lying on the beach
Where the hand left me
Growing weaker by the day
Why doesn�t the hand help me?
Why did I refuse it�s help?
HELP!
1st semester freshman year:
I see someone approaching
Someone loving, kind, wonderful
He begins to heal me
And I relax in His arms
Here, it is safe.
Here is where I belong.
Dec. 2002-Jan. 2003:
Suddenly, a gigantic wave
Throws me from His arms.
I try to find my way back,
But soon discover it is futile
I am too weak,
The wind and waves too strong.
Feb.-May 2003:
Did He ever love me?
Was I ever safe?
If I was ever really His child,
I wouldn�t be struggling like this!
It must have all been an illusion.
I am hopeless, worthless, evil.
June-July 2003:
Left to die on an abandoned isle.
I can do it by myself!
Tossed aside by the waves.
There is no struggle, I�m fine!
When will I go under
For the last time?
Will it be this wave�
Or the next?
Written 7-20-03