Motherless child

Sometimes I feel like a motherless child

Lost in the woods all the while

The wolves hunt for a deer 

And my Father told me 

Dear Child, don't be a sheep

Only sheeps die

The deers get eaten for supper

The others die from hunger 

But sometimes I feel like a fatherless child

Although I live in the dark

And can see well at night

I get lost between two directions

I don't know who to trust

Even if Father told me to listen to his words

I doubt them like the Bible verses

I was fed with John six; twenty-two-seventy-one

Roaming the roads all alone

How can I know love?

When I haven't tasted the world

But sometimes it feels easier to be hidden in the shadows

Than being cut by the wolves 

And to live life as a Widow

Losing my world and the window

To my soul

Sometimes I just feel like a motherless child

I could be given the last drops of water 

Left in this dry wretched world

I could be given love from a billion souls

Their orbs illuminated by the sight

Of my silhouette sparkling on the stage of life 

Like an image that's made up

Built up as fantasy

I could be loved like a Barbie 

Invited to every child's playroom

I could be given the love of a Prophet

I could have on the palm of my hand

The love from all the worshippers

And without a Mother

I would be so lost 

While my Father

Has long been trying to guide me

Only I rarely listen

He told me without fear you wouldn't be human

You shall do it anyway

But sometimes I feel like a motherless child

Infinitely lost

Infinitely hoping

To fill a hole

That I cannot see

But only feel

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Your poem really resonated with me. The words are very visceral and emotional in their message. They pull at the heart and beg us to see the sorrow and loneliness they portray. To understand the missing piece in the depths of one's soul. You make the reader feel every word and that is the power of art. Thank you Sarah for sharing your poem with us.

[Lana]

Thank you so much, I'm happy you liked it