You Just Have To Believe

Well, few viewers seemed to care for my humorous, but true, Wells Fargo Man poem but once again I return to the dark side and this poem shouldfare better: Angry, hurtful words shot back and forth like bullets in the air, Accusations, retributions—all tossed around without a care. Hateful words thrown around, yet hurting the innocent the most. "Not again," She thought as that familiar sense of dread grew. She ran into her closet--the only sanctuary that she knew. Shouting, loud noises of anger and rage pierced her bedroom door As the closet walls barely muffled the voices that seemed to roar. She pressed her hands to her ears, her body rocking back and forth Drowning out the familiar sounds as silent tears started to fall. She shook her head and cried, pressing against the closet wall. She’d prayed to God before but maybe this time she’d be louder, A voice cried out in pain and she sobbed as tears fell around her. Maybe God would hear her pleas—maybe this time He would listen. The air was thick and still—the darkness covered her like a shroud. She raised her eyes upwards as she prayed, begging to God out loud. Her eyes squeezed shut and she begged Him to take her far, far away To some family that loved her—someone who’d want her to stay. A place where anger and resentment weren’t felt from day to day. She asked Him for help, closed her eyes and squeezed out a tear. Silence was heavy, she opened her eyes, dreading that same fear. She had kept her eyes closed tightly as long as she possibly could. Then, she wiped away her tears, knowing that it would do no good. She had gotten used to feeling forgotten long, long ago but Just once she hoped that finally someone who cared would listen Someone who cared enough for her and would showcompassion. Sometimes at night I think of that little girl in the darkness Desperate in her begging and pleading in her loneliness. I wonder, what if someone had noticed how unhappy she was Or noticed that at school she played alone, pretending not to care. Why couldn’t there have been someone who cared for her somewhere? In my mind I open that closet door and see her tear-stained face I hold out my hand to her, smiling as she leaves that dark place. “Eight years from now you will leavehere and never come back," Then, I whisper, “I promise you your life will be so much better.” And I tell her the one thing nobody else would—that I love her. She’d look up in disbelief as I kissed her wet cheek softly. The words of affection are alien and she’d just look at me. I’d look around my old room saying, “I’m here to give you hope.” Then I would stand up and tell her as she’d beg me not to leave. “We will meet again in many years, you just have to believe”.