The Fight

She packed away the baby things,

And with that, her hope took flight-

Not many knew the grief she had carried –

The desperation and the fight.

Not only were the final years slipping away,

But it seemed that the possibility was none;

Her dream of having a little girl

Left as quickly as it had begun.

She screamed and sobbed;

It was not fair that depression had robbed her of much –

Nothing could bring back those younger years,

And the struggle to conceive was such,

That pain upon pain would grow and strangle

With the lies that surrounded her head –

Nothing and no one could pull her out;

It felt like even God was not there;

Yet at the eleventh hour He seemed

To unveil His loving care.

It had held her through the hardest of times –

It had wept with her as she let go –

It had tenderly embraced her as a dear friend prayed

And laid on hands while she didn’t know,

That right about then a little life

Was blooming precious and strong –

What an amazing miracle of God

Who now lives her life in song.

And so for all who suffer still

In pain too great to bear –

My story stands as testament

To make you now aware –

That always One stands willingly

To hold you in darkest night,

And because He bled and took your place

He has power to win your fight.

© M.R.P. 2019

Published by mezruth

I enjoy personal writing (poetry and prose), editing and reading. I want to share my writing with a new audience, dusting off some of my older poems as well as writing new material. The aim is to encourage and inspire!

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