Prodigal Daughter
I sat and watched the world today
And watched them at their play
They looked so happy
They looked so free
I just wanted those girls to be me
So I stepped over the gate today
The one that was to keep me safe
I walked over to where they laughed
And I joined right in their game
Not too much at first it seemed
But more and more I tried
It was so simple-just enjoy
And I did and it felt all right
But more and more made me feel less
And made their laughter seem more hoarse
The closer they got the more alone I felt
The bigger I smiled the less I felt
Until soon I began to cry
This dream I had of a happy world
Was not what it seemed to be
The laughs were cries
The smiles were fake
The fun was nothing but pain
And the life I had
Back behind the gate
Was sweeter even in the rain
So broken I stumbled from the crowd
They didn’t even see me leave
Until I reached that ancient gate
Too ashamed to cry for help I fell
Just happy to be near
Then merciful hands-lifted me up
And back inside again
I was His daughter forgiven once again.
Copyright © Ann Hoffmann | Year Posted 2009
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