Helpless and losing hope
                                                                                                                                            I stand here alone
                                                                                         l ooking around; I see my friends
                                                                                                            unknowing and mindless of me.
                                                                                                                                                           I look to my parents,
                                                                                                                       scolding and blaming;
                                                                                                        just as naive.
                                                                                                                    I hang my head, but still look on.
                                                                                                                                                                   To my teachers;
                                                                                                                                                                            they attempt, but can’t see.
                                                                                                                                                       Despair is evident
                                                                                                                         but they misunderstand.
                                                                                                                                            Advice is abundant,
                                                                                                                                                              but hope fades fast.
                                                                                                                                Counselors find my flaw
                                                                                                                  but cannot repair.
                                                                       Broken hope is not simply stitched.
                                                            I turn to a book
                                                                with just as poor luck;
                                                                                          it seems others
                                                    have been in these shoes
                                                                         but they cope; don’t fix.
                                             I fall to my knees
                                                       look desperately around.
                                                                         I push away friends, parents, teachers,
                                                                                                     counselors and books as well.
                                                  Hope trickles, along with my tears.
                    I look to the sky full of rain
                                 and It washes my face.
                                                          I look again to my sorrows
                                      and wipe a tear as it falls;
              my hands come together.
                        I confess my every thought
                              and they all become clear.
                          My Friend lifts my head,
                              shows my Father’s love.
                     Teaches me I need not cope
                           and counsels me to health.
                          He shows me the Book
                            that will refill my hope
                                 till it overflows.

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