Surely oppression maketh a wise man mad; and a gift destroyeth the heart. ~ Ecclesiastes 7:7 (King James Version)
Mad as Hell.
Not going to take it any more.
Cruel, unjust treatment,
oppression.
You don’t have to
treat me like this, God!
I resent it.
I resent life.
I resent you.
What brought me here?
What happened?
I had everything I wanted.
I could be somebody!
The oughts, the shoulds, the talent —
they got in the way,
destroyed me.
It’s not the gifts you gave,
it’s my insecurity
in my ability to use them
that destroyed my heart.
Not going to take it any more.
Cruel, unjust treatment,
oppression.
You don’t have to
treat me like this, God!
I resent it.
I resent life.
I resent you.
What brought me here?
What happened?
I had everything I wanted.
I could be somebody!
The oughts, the shoulds, the talent —
they got in the way,
destroyed me.
It’s not the gifts you gave,
it’s my insecurity
in my ability to use them
that destroyed my heart.
God, thanks for the gifts.
Give me confidence
you’ll use them – and me.
Give me confidence
you’ll use them – and me.
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| Rollins, Barbara B.. A Time for Verse - Poetic Ponderings on Ecclesiastes (Kindle Locations 491-501). Eagle Wings Press imprint of Silver Boomer Books. Kindle Edition. |
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