Tossed aside
Thrown out
Forgotten
Abandoned.
No name, no future,
This is me.
Wrapped in newspaper,
Set in a shoe box,
Left in a shower,
a dumpster, a park,
Left for no one to find,
This is me.
No name, no future
That is where I began
Abandoned
Left out in the cold
Forgotten.
Is that really me?
Can I be loved or am I
an accessory?
Ten fingers,
ten toes
a face,
a nose.
I feel real,
can I really be ignored?
Forgotten
Abandoned
No name, no future,
This is where I began.
But is this really me?
“I have plans for you Child�
A whisper,
A touch,
A warm embrace
A change.
Life, hope, love
What are these things that now surround me?
Is this really true?
Can it be?
No it can’t be.
That is not really me.
I’ve been left,
tossed aside,
abandoned
left behind.
No name, no future,
That is me,
That is my identity.
Can it be changed?
Do I hold out for hope?
Where do I go from here?
I am lost.
I am scared.
Will someone come find me?
This was inspired by the children I worked with at Door Of
Hope this past month. I don’t write poems but it just came out this morning. It is the story of many children all over the world. It is just the beginning of their stories but the Lord is
rewriting them and my life is being stirred to help be a part of the that revision. If you want more info on these children or the orphanage you can check out their website here.
