Monday, April 04, 2011

The Lost Child

The Lost Child

Cold chills run down my spine
The sensation is hiding the pain
The child wants to play
Time is long since past that day
Tears roll down the frozen face
Wanting warmth, hope,and faith
Longing  for something to hold on to
Yet only emptiness awaits

Hope is just a word
No depth, no meaning, no soul
Grasping for a single tread
Something to fill the void

I want the child to live again
To feel,to laugh,to smile,to love
I try to reach deep inside
Once again to hope for a better tomorrow

Wanda Arthington

4 comments:

Tracy said...

Wanda, That is absolutely beautiful...full of meaning and feeling and down right touching.
Thank you for sharing so much of your soul!

middle child said...

The picture alone make me want to comfort and love this child.

NOS said...

I really like this poem. Especially the second and third stanzas. For some reason they speak to me. You are a very talented lady, Wanda. And creative!

Wishing you well,
NOS

RCUBEs said...

And praying for His healing to help you find what was lost...God bless you sister. Be strong in the Lord's mighty power.