Innocent Heart

[Ezra Allen]

There was a period in my life that I walked away from God. Events leading up to this period distanced myself from him. I remember the time that this happened very well. Shortly after I remembered his love for me I wrote this poem. When you walk in a dark place, when you walk away from God it is a period of pain. It is a period of dispair. It is a period of sorrow.

It's kinda long so I'll start it in the next box.

 

[Ezra Allen]

Gave away a son
To People
We’d just met
We was young
Told it was
Legit
Today we
Question
The Decision
We made
Wonder Do We
If Wise Ways
We Did
Lived in a Hotel
Trapped and cried
Didn’t want to
Bring
New Life
Into Strife
Mother Hood She
Wanted
Most women
They do
A Better life
He Needed
Or we’d
Perish to
Talk to him
In the womb
Admit did we
Proud parents
We imagined
Our
Tears of Need
Adoption Agency
Contacted
We Did
Given Welfare
They Did
Worried and Fretted
She Did
If enough food
She’d
Been fed
Daily it was
A struggle
Wasn’t a
Breeze
Sometimes
I’d starve
Just so
She could
Eat
Teeth I’ve
Lost
So Young
Soul
Would keep
Plasma I donated
So Three
Souls
Wouldn’t flee
Worked
Daily labor
So we could
Breathe
Local Assistance
Denied
For Souls
In Need
Met some
People
Nice as can be
Shelly Lewis
Made
Onion Rings
Tears before
He was born
On A Saturday
November Warm
A Nice Day
We held him
We love him
We Changed
His pants
We Fed Him
Bottles
That we have
Kept
Lady
From the agency
Showed up
In haste
Ready to take
Harvest of
Our grace
So He
Could Live
With
A New Family
Become a new star
So he could breathe
Right after he
Was born
His Mother
And I
Both Our
Spirits Torn
Oh how
We cried
Met his parents
For One hour
Or Three
It happened
Quite Fast
Done In a Breeze
Afraid was we
Of how we seemed
The Poor Parents
Of Innocence Needs
People whose
First Names
We only knew
Through
Papers from
The Baby Zoo
With Pictures
Of their
Home life to

His was Spencer
Hers
Was Colleen
That was all we
Knew
We was Poor
Hearts indeed
Speared
Through Our
Basic
Human Need
Shook the New
Dads Hand
Was afraid to
Smile
Feared it would let
Loose tears
That I’d wail
Like your Young
Son to be
Oh how he
Cried
When they
The Doctor’s
Did
Circumcise
It brought tears
To Birth
Mothers Eyes
Pained cries
Of her
Newborn Heart
“My son”
She Cried
Tears from
Her heart
I held him
In my Arms
For hours
It seemed
The Innocent
Young Life
A better life
He’d need
Parents to Be
Of our innocent
Little head
All snuggled in
My Arms His
Face all red
Soft little sobs
Interrupt his sleepy
Head
I kissed His
Soft check
With Hurt
In my heart
His mother
She was Weak
Or she would
Depart
Placed him in
His new parent’s arms
Signed some papers
Was then discarded
I felt it again
That Pained
Sorrow
A ripped
Feeling
Burning Hurt
That Burrows
I Ran
From the Room
Till I was
Out Doors
Fled I Did
For Broken
Tears of dread
With God's
Ceiling
Above me
I grieved
In Sorrow
Never to
Forget
Pain that felt
Hallow
Feels like
Coiled Rope
Knotted Up
And Tied to
All five parts
Threaded Through
Needle like Heart
Then it was
Roughly
Yanked out
As if
Spirit Was
Going to
Depart
Many Loving Souls
This Feeling
Has Ripped into
The Power it has
To Divide
Run-through
The Families
It has pulled
Apart
All the souls
Wreaked and cleaved
Through Hearts
Those with ears
Can see Cries
Of the Heart
Birth Mother and I
Closer together
We are Instead
Forever Wedded
In HIS Eyes
We had been wed
Love and Family
True Riches
Are these
Friendship, Fellowship,
The World is Family
Loving Souls
Embrace the True
Intimacy
Serenity builds,
From a Triad
Of Three
Pictures we wanted
Of His life to
So we could live
With him through
Only one we got
A few Months later
A Christmas Picture
Received
Sometime Late Winter
Valentine I deemed
For Mom It Did
Seem
Taken just a
Few Months Earlier
Sometime in
Late December
Cute Out fit
He Wore
Christ Birthday
Nineteen Hundred
Ninety eight
Eleven Years ago
When a New
Life was
Embraced
Found his stuff
Recently Did I
Many Years Later
Brought new tears
To our eyes
Lock of his
Hair
Clipped from his
Head
The nurse
That cut
Angel of a dream
I can’t Picture her
Just her hands
Clutching that
Pillow
Sack of memories
Covered green
Material
Sown with care
By volunteered
Cares
Given long ago
To The Broken
Hearts
Of the parents
Of Lost little
Parts
Given to us
For the
Child we
Gave
To Hearts
For him
So They
Could raise
Wish to
Know all
Does we
Is he ok
Does he live……?

 

[Brighthouse]

There was a person,who once i knew,his life was taddered,it was bleak, and so blue,he cursed the day,he had ever been born,and all those around him,were scared so and worn,then out of the day,a light did reign down,it covered him up,and shown all around,a voice from the heavens said jesus is here,he bowed his old head,a time is a new, He praised the heavens,and gave thanks to the Lord!! For the old man had died,a new creature has been born.