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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: The Kingdom of God (03/12/09)

TITLE: Through My Eyes
By Jennifer Wetter
03/12/09


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Crimson blood and luscious lilac eloped the morning skies
I gently whispered, ďPlease just another moment before I must open my eyes.Ē
My hands are calloused; my young bones and body so deeply ache
I am thirteen going on eighty-eight

Gone are the memories and moments of my childhood past
Galed by the gusts, waved by the winds and gone just as fast
Days of running in the fields and wishing upon another four leaf clover
Tearfully I have learned to bid my childhood goodbye

Between my unspoken words and my unshed tears
How longer must I wait, how many more wasted years
So many days Iíve longed for my very death to come
But God never answers a prayer, not a single one

The mud and brick schoolhouse in the lush mountain valley for another year sits so naked and bare
Dreamily as I saunter by I wonder if Iíll ever have a chance to return to what was once there
Too many dreams shattered and so much joy gone
With a sigh of utter desperation I suppose this to which is the long world I truly belong

Smoke rises through the low lying factory chimney stacks
Overwhelmed by the despair and despondency you canít help but be taken aback
No peace, no hope, no kindness is anywhere to be found
Trash and filth are you find lying on our working ground

The air is musty, odor-filled and stained
But you not only can see the dirt, you can also see our pain
Our hearts are torn and bleeding
Our parents they are so badly needing

Instead we were sold for a single coffer, perhaps a single pence
Did my life mean no more to them than an ounce of common sense
My father and my mother could only mutter silent words
Too many children, too many mouths to feed was all I heard

ďPlease donít let them take m e too very far from home.
This is the only world that I have ever known."
Among the dirt crusted floor my memories must remain
In the silence of forgotteness and poverty I must find my name

Among the graves of family, hidden within my few and only friend
God, I beg for you to let me find my end
As I was born into this poverty-ridden floor
Just leave me as I was so long before

No more starvation, depravation or unneeded death
I beg for you to allow me just one foot outside this defiled death
So many times I've questioned, so many times I've begged
But still this life I am always plagued

I gaze to the heavens wondering why this my life should be
Wrapped in the arms of God is still so much more to see
I don't know if you really care or perhaps are just asking too many whys
But please take a chance and remember the view from my eyes


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Sunny Loomis 03/21/09
Nicely done. Was looking for more hope at the end.
Judy Meyers03/21/09
I would have like to know who the person was. I got the picture but wanted a solution
Jan Ackerson 03/21/09
You did a good job of communicating the despair that many young people feel.

The meter was a bit rough--perhaps that was intentional?

Some very good imagery and word choices--well done.
TJ Nickel03/26/09
Liked the voice in this entry. Felt the pacing and structure was an issue that might have been improved with a bit more time editing. Good entry.