Staring out the window
Rain drops on the window glass
Tears in my eyes
What have I done?
They told me I would feel nothing
That I would recover in a few days
That they would take care of “it” for me
That this was the best thing to do
Yet I feel so empty
Alone
I feel worse than I felt before
Instead of relieve
It feels as if I just went through a train wrack
Why?
So many voices in my head
Inner Tension
Like a war
Was this the right decision?
Was it murder?
I gave up my Baby
I cannot undo what I have done
Where can I run?
Where do the thirsty find water?
Where do the hungry find bread?
Where do the rejected find safety?
Where will I find forgiveness?
Where will I be accepted?
Where is life found?
© Catherine Maina 2019
Matthew 11:28-30 (NIV)
“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”
Fountains of hope poetry 