In the Waiting

In the Waiting

In the waiting,

I feel abandoned—

The justice I was so sure was coming

Slips through unseen cracks.

The forgotten pleas of my prayers

Hang heavy in the air,

My shoulders bent,

Buckling under the weight.

I cannot see the plan,

Cannot see past the selfish haze

Of my own pain.

I long for rest

As my tears

Pool beneath my weary feet.

Has the enemy won?

Has sin taken the crown?

Where are You in this battle?

My enemies mock me with their victories,

Their words a poison

Seeping deep into my soul,

Each attack a cancer that grows unchecked.

I want to believe You, God—

But fear wraps around me like chains.

Is there any other way?

Must the blade of suffering cut deeper still?

Do You hear my prayers?

Do You fight for me?

Or have You turned away—Forsaking the one who waits,

The one who still whispers

Your name

In the dark?