Expatriates: A Poem by ElenaLee


HA note: ElenaLee was homeschooledĀ PK-12th grade and blogs at Pin Feather Pen.


We are

the children of green pastures,

our hearts’ deep waters roiling

with questions we

are not allowed to have,

with difficulties we

were raised to escape.

We are ripe

with frustrated longing,

trying to untangle from

“benevolent”–or, at least–

“well-intentioned” crooks

that catch us still

when our broken legs heal

enough to stumble away.

We are

“blaming” and “bitter”

and “irresponsible”

and angry–so angry

because sometimes

it wasn’t the Lord

who was our shepherd–

at all.

4 thoughts on “Expatriates: A Poem by ElenaLee

  1. Karen June 6, 2014 / 3:03 am

    This is absolutely amazing! It took my breath away.


  2. Alexx June 9, 2014 / 4:54 pm

    I grow old…I grow old…
    I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.


  3. Brave June 11, 2014 / 7:37 am

    Ohh, I love it… this is so good!


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