by Tony Clark
This is a poem I wrote before the many years of healing that I have experienced
in relationship with Jesus Christ, and the family that He has placed around me.
I’d like…
To feel again, to smile and mean it.
To cry, aloud, but to feel no pain.
To love, unconditionally, not just on the inside where people can’t see.
To look in the mirror, and like what I see.
To go to work cause I want to, not because I have to.
To wake up in the morning with a reason to get out of bed.
To feel like I matter, special, not just different.
To feel wanted, not in the way.
To be a friend to an enemy.
To go to bed content for once, to dream like I wanted to.
To know what it’s like to feel no shame, accepted, not to blame.
To say what I mean, and mean what I say,
To sing, cause I want to, not to fit in.
To be able to say hello to a stranger I’m drawn to, without insecurity.
To look to God and find Him looking back.
To know what’s going on in life, certainly.
To be myself, as I am, when no one’s watching.
To have a real friend.
To be picked first instead of last, to fit in, if only a little bit.
To know it’s gonna be OK, no matter what.
To be able to listen, without butting in.
To be where I’m needed, instead of where I’m wanted.
To live like I love.
To know my Father’s voice, to feel His love and believe what He says to me.
To be holy, outwardly.
To fear men less, and love them more.
To say what I feel, not just what I think.
To be whole again.
Many years on, and I can honestly say that the majority of these things have been established in my life.
There IS hope for the broken hearted.
This is a poem I wrote before the many years of healing that I have experienced
in relationship with Jesus Christ, and the family that He has placed around me.
I’d like…
To feel again, to smile and mean it.
To cry, aloud, but to feel no pain.
To love, unconditionally, not just on the inside where people can’t see.
To look in the mirror, and like what I see.
To go to work cause I want to, not because I have to.
To wake up in the morning with a reason to get out of bed.
To feel like I matter, special, not just different.
To feel wanted, not in the way.
To be a friend to an enemy.
To go to bed content for once, to dream like I wanted to.
To know what it’s like to feel no shame, accepted, not to blame.
To say what I mean, and mean what I say,
To sing, cause I want to, not to fit in.
To be able to say hello to a stranger I’m drawn to, without insecurity.
To look to God and find Him looking back.
To know what’s going on in life, certainly.
To be myself, as I am, when no one’s watching.
To have a real friend.
To be picked first instead of last, to fit in, if only a little bit.
To know it’s gonna be OK, no matter what.
To be able to listen, without butting in.
To be where I’m needed, instead of where I’m wanted.
To live like I love.
To know my Father’s voice, to feel His love and believe what He says to me.
To be holy, outwardly.
To fear men less, and love them more.
To say what I feel, not just what I think.
To be whole again.
Many years on, and I can honestly say that the majority of these things have been established in my life.
There IS hope for the broken hearted.