[LiLJesusFreak]

Outcast
By: Olia Levin
9/18/05

So she sits there,
In that corner,
Crying out,
Yet no one even hears
Her plea.

And she’s outcasted,
Like a foreigner,
Amidst the people,
Who could careless
To even see.

That she exists,
That she has a life,
A tender Uniqueness,
That dwells
Inside her soul.

That she has a purpose,
To it she must strive,
Trying to reach out,
And live out
God’s ultimate goal.

She’s like a visible secrete,
That pushes to unhide,
All that God has,
Given to her like a
Flower pushing to sprout

Yet she tries to leave behind,
All that nasty pride,
Pushing out of the dark,
Just to find an
Easy way out.

But those people,
That just walk by,
See in that corner,
That there’s a world
That wants to be set free.

And sometimes we find ourselves,
In moments, wanting to fly,
To break out of that hiding,
Just to be recognized and noticed
Just to break out of that “me”.

[poorprince87]

Good poem.

[LiLJesusFreak]

Originally Posted by poorprince87

Good poem.

Its very much from a female perspective. I wrote this one at the time when I was feeling that my significance was completely worthless that I was being ignored in all that I do in the church and all that. So this helped get it out. It ryhmes (sp) and all but there's also a pattern-like way in reading it too. I hope you kinda saw that.