Splinter

Brokeness

I want to splinter into a thousand pieces.
How can I go on through so much pain?
It is a sin to feel happiness
While surrounded by so much sorrow!
My heart aches! It cries out for clarity!
What do I do? Who am I supposed to be?
I cannot utter the words the reason for my pain
My tragedy.
How do I live surrounded by death, sorrow, suffering?
I give.
I give my beating heart in service to those less fortunate.
I offer my hand to the dying to ease their pain
Hoping it will also ease mine.
My daughter, my blood, gone. Lost in chaos and despair
While I stood by watching helpless to help her
Unable to reach her
Praying, begging God to do something
As she laughed at me in scorn
Even as the flames of hell licked at her boots.
The boots she wore so proudly in her rebellion
Of all that was good and it was my fault
Because I was inadequate to meet her needs.