“Dear God” in diaries of little children.

I've seen “Dear God”, in diaries of little children.

In diaries that were never read,

In pages that remain un-flipped.

I wondered who or what did they believe in?

When they wrote it to You?

Perhaps the worries and battles of being an orphan(s) & rejected

must have caused them to feel dejected.

Oh, how could I have uttered a word,

Or a “Shhh” to their cries?

I know I am an overthinker myself, a little too much.

Bullied and mocked for being a girl,

Doubted, suspected of conditions

And naive choices, rejected and hurt.

Absence of care, love and at times money,

made me to grumble, lament and become angry.

discrimination between friends caused frustration,

And hurt my pride,

“Mental health” issues they said or “depression” a new name,

Web of worries and storms clouded my mind.

I know I am indeed an overthinker myself,

Of where would I be in years to come;

When I see my friends doing well in their fields of expertise,

And comparison bombards my mind.

The heart that carried the pain,

Of losing people, things and name,

That were in the first place never mine to gain.

And seeing “Dear God”, in diaries of little children,

I was reminded of your hands

And loving arms, that is in control.

It was the peace of God –

that silenced the thunders.

The web of thoughts spiralled inside the brain,

Were broken into pieces.

Perhaps the children despite their pain,

Are more stronger than me,

Which is why you've placed me

in such a place to see

what Your hands can do in me & through me.

The chirping of the birds and the soft breeze,

in new mornings calmed my heart.

From all that I've been through,

God's grace in the form of lovely children,

And beautiful creation helped me to walk through.

- Ani D.