Suppressed stories

Suppressed stories
Those ones that hurt
deep in the heart
Doubt, anger with
God and myself
“Why?” I ask Him
“Where were You God?”

Now I just feel
sadness, grief, hurt
at the lost years
What has it done
to my heart, soul

My Father God
Can You hold me
Like a small child
Sing a lullaby
Kiss my forehead
Tell me I am
safe in Your arms

© Heath Cassidy 2015

4 thoughts on “Suppressed stories

  1. I love the honesty and humility reflected in your poem, Heath. Since God chooses not to reveal himself in bodily form, his hugs, songs, and kisses come in different forms. The hug may come in an enveloping breeze, the song through a bird, and the kiss through a raindrop. As for his words of comfort, “I, even I, am He who comforts you” (Isaiah 51:12a). P.S. Thank you for becoming a follower of From the Inside Out. I pray you’ll find the posts meaningful.


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