Hook, Cross, Follow Through

This is a poem I wrote years ago. Funny how God places something in your heart and then it's relevance shows up again years later. I was quite young when I wrote it, yet I'm still learning from it myself. It's still powerful to me. It's about children in orphanages in foreign countries. Now with a friend adopting a child from an orphanage overseas, I've read this poem a few times lately. It was a telethon that affected me as a girl...showed some children and what they did to numb the pain of things they had seen or to numb their hearts against feeling...

Hook, Cross, Follow Through

Hook
Cross
Follow through
Each day all but new
Crossfires in senseless disarray
Love is only a word some say
Pictures carved in an innocent mind
Actions to which some pretend to be blind
Over and over, the past plays
Darkened future, no shining way
The sounds are still real
The wounds cannot heal
Hook
Cross
Follow through
Each day all but new

Head
Against
Board
Board
Against
Head
So pass the days in the small bed
Not yet to speak, not yet to walk
Love unknown is still only talk
Torn from the life giving embrace
Made to dwell in a foreign place
Only wanting the love
The care so oft spoken of
Innocent suicide
Murdered by foolish pride
Head
Against
Board
Board
Against
Head
So pass the days in the small bed

Staring at
Nothing
Nothing
Stares
Back
Anxiously waiting, her bags are packed
Sun shining, dismal grey, she has woken
Love, lost word, still only spoken
Through time confined to a bed
Outside, the fallen are dead
Her body in pain due to illness
Her heart in pain yet to confess
Gone is the time, her last breath impart
Her body still youthful, no longer her heart
Staring at
Nothing
Nothing
Stares
Back
Anxiously waiting, her bags were packed

Hook
Cross
Follow through
Each day all but new
Head
Against
Board
Board
Against
Head
So pass the days in the small bed
Staring at
Nothing
Nothing
Stares
Back
Anxiously waiting, her bags were packed
Crossfires in senseless disarray
Love is only a word some say