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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Postcards (08/29/05)

TITLE: Iím Sending You Postcards
By Maxx .
09/04/05


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Help me.

Iím losing my faith.
I feel it slipping from me. Draining out, drop by drop.
Like blood from a slit wrist.
Iím frightened.
There will be nothing left of me.
A shattered goblet. A fractured bowl. Empty and useless. Naught.
I weep in the night.
I donít know why that happens.
I ache inside.
A bright light fading to gray, then black.
I cry out to the ceiling fan, up there, spinning away.
Churning hot air, but not helping. Thereís no reply.
Where is God when it hurts?
I donít know. I canít find Him anymoreÖ
Öat least not alone.

Iím sending you postcards, letting you know where I am.
Theyíre on your table. Wonít you read them?

Iím tired.

Iím in the corner.
You donít see me. Iím pathetic, inconsequential.
You look right past me.
Iím invisible.
Mr. Invisible. I should be a superhero. Iím not.
I have no special powers.
Iím nothing like you.
I skulk around the edges, lurking in the shadows of the steeple.
Nature abhors the vacuum that is me.
Dust in the wind. Iím dust in the wind.
Crowds scare me. I hate being with you.
But I long for your attention.
I want to be wanted.
I yearn to be part of the Body. I just canít do itÖ
Öat least not alone.

Iím sending you postcards, letting you know where I am.
Arenít you getting them? Donít you care?

I canít go on like this much longer.

I pray alone.
Iím bearing a pressing weight. It crushes me, even in my sleep.
My spirit is ebbing and my flesh is weak.
Iím ashamed.
Sex and perversion clutch at me with painted nails and airbrushed bodies.
I disgust myself, the vile things I do.
Iím addicted. My guilt is drowned in a bottle.
Iím thirsty. Oh, God, Iím thirsty.
My heartís been torn into bloody ribbons. Hope has left me.
Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?
I shudder under tattered blankets
Fetters, emancipation, bondage, relief
Itís the unending conflict thatís destroying me.
I canít be healedÖ
Öat least not alone.

Iím sending you postcards, letting you know where I am.
Why arenít you reading them? Why donít you answer?

Where are you?


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dub W09/05/05
Wow. Very creative approach.
Anna Meadows09/07/05
Very powerful.
Pat Guy 09/08/05
Very Good. In my opinion it should be a contender.
Pat Guy 09/08/05
oops - sorry - posted too soon. I did want to note that maybe due to the length of your postcards they might not be viewed as such. But it was a Great entry anyway.
Jan Ackerson 09/08/05
You did a superb job a showing the despair of your narrator. I wonder if the words spoken by God to him might be italicized, perhaps, so that your reader recognizes the shift in POV? Very good free verse poem; it's hard to write well, and you've succeeded.
Karen Ward09/08/05
Shifting genre hasn't lessened the impact of your writing at all!
Debra Brand09/09/05
Great word combination. Yes, a little different for you. Good work!
Shari Armstrong 09/09/05
wow - makes me thankful for the hope I have in Jesus.
J. C. Lamont09/09/05
Very nice, dark poem. I enjoyed it alot. Well done.
Julianne Jones09/09/05
Incredible! Your talent is obviously not restricted to prose! Loved the repetitive use of "Iím sending you postcards, letting you know where I am" - great impact.
Crista Darr09/09/05
A plunge into the hidden recesses of the tormented mind. "Just read the post card!" I want to shout. Frightfully good work!
Jessica Schmit05/29/06
I read somewhere on the boards that you said that you can't write poetry. You're a liar!!! WOW WOW WOW WOW WOW. The honesty, the openess of the narrator could tug at anyone who has past sins. (I'm slinking in the corner!) I love reading stuff like this because to me, it gives such hope. This is so powerful. I'll be printing thi sone off and reading it from time to time. Whenever I get into my 'I stink' modes. I wish I could write like this. I think this kind of stuff is needed in Christian circles where everything has a happy ending and no one has struggles or defeats. I think that's when the isolation and depression kicks in. We sin, we think we're alone and boom-we're gone. Awesome. I love it. I'll be showing this one to many people.