Sitting outside,
thinking, waiting.
Tears on my face,
and I don't know why.

So much pain,
bottled up in side,
Never telling anyone,
That I Cried and cried.

Winds blow,
my hair from my face,
Still tears flow,
and I wipe them away.

Silently waitng,
for someone to come
and help me help me up,
and wrap loving arms around me.

I watch
as the world passes by
so much agony, and pain
so much evil, nothing to gain.

Lord help me,
and push me down the road
of freedom and grace,
the one that I can always see your face.

Finally do the tears stream!
And I let out a much needed scream.
the pain still stands
but this time I reach out to loving hands.

I cry out,
and this poem might not mean much to some.
So I Cry and ask for help,
And wait for it to come.

Jessica Elizondo

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/finally-26/