This Girl Was Me

I've watched these seasons change.
At one time you were up,
Then you were down on the ground.
The flowers bloomed at your every word,
But, they died in winter’s frigid blizzard.

It was a choice you made that day.
At one time there was praise,
Then you slipped into all that was grey.
In the fortified shame you refused to pray.
You refused to reach for help, Yahweh.

It’s happened in every generation.
Time passed without,
Sin wasn’t noticed until the blackout.
It seemed stricken as though it were deadweight,
But, no one understood it wasn’t too late.

The seasons certainly do change.
I speak of this one,
In harmless “fun” she’d be outdone.
Choosing to hide in what hindered her, ignorance;
She lost guidance in all its fragrance.

No journey should be traveled alone.
Open up to the truth,
Release the pride that comes with your youth.
Don’t force that flower to bloom before it’s time;
Wait your turn and let your beauty chime.

There’s always time even at the end.
This girl was me;
All that I could do now is fall to my knee.
Choosing to forgive and let go of all the pain inside.
It’s this landslide that made me decide to abide.

©2009 Jo Ann Cook