Sitting outside, <br />thinking, waiting. <br />Tears on my face, <br />and I don't know why. <br /> <br />So much pain, <br />bottled up in side, <br />Never telling anyone, <br />That I Cried and cried. <br /> <br />Winds blow, <br />my hair from my face, <br />Still tears flow, <br />and I wipe them away. <br /> <br />Silently waitng, <br />for someone to come <br />and help me help me up, <br />and wrap loving arms around me. <br /> <br />I watch <br />as the world passes by <br />so much agony, and pain <br />so much evil, nothing to gain. <br /> <br />Lord help me, <br />and push me down the road <br />of freedom and grace, <br />the one that I can always see your face. <br /> <br />Finally do the tears stream! <br />And I let out a much needed scream. <br />the pain still stands <br />but this time I reach out to loving hands. <br /> <br />I cry out, <br />and this poem might not mean much to some. <br />So I Cry and ask for help, <br />And wait for it to come.<br /><br />Jessica Elizondo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/finally-26/
