warchild

warchild
by lexi

i am a child--
in a world that's falling down
completely unaware--
of the wreckage i walk in

i am a child--
who wants to be held
but far too many in this crumbling city--
are searching for the same

i am a child--
this is all i've known
a world where love is somewhere else--
and no one knows my name

i am a child--
shredded by the shrapnel
of my own and other's--
hereditary sins

i am a child--
in a world full of isn'ts
desperately searching--
for Someone who is

i am a child--
who can't comprehend
why when another peice of wreckage hits me--
i am surprised and hurting once again

i am a child--
a scared and wounded child
all my todays lost somewhere between yesterday--
and the day before

i am a child--
a war torn child
searching--looking--rummaging--
for something...something more.


i was awakened by this poem a few dawns ago. it was one of those lucky times i had the presence of mind to write it down. to be honest, i didn't want to write it down but i couldn't go back to sleep with it rumbling in my head. so i gave in to it's urging and somehow scribbled it down legibly in my journal.

lately life has left me uninspired. so it was a really nice little gift to wake up to later that morning:)