A Poem by Hailey Menjivar
To live with a wound that'll never heal-- Caused by one who refused to feel-- A hurt for which one never did ask. To move on is an impossible task. To function when the world is colorless and dim, When life is a battle one cannot win, And to rise is futile. There will be one more fall. It's impossible to go on at all. Impossible--a virgin to bear a child. Impossible-- to cast devils out of the wild. Impossible-- for a blind man to see, A lame man to walk, the leprous sore-free. To pour in a cup water and out of it wine, Representing a change in this hurt heart of mine. Though it was impossible to be set free, He does the impossible for me. To go on and face this world all alone, Love amounts to nothing but names on a stone. When grief drowns out hope, casts you into night It's impossible to see the light. To be forgiven for a debt you can't pay. To o'ercome this world--there is no way. To see past the darkness, regrets, and grief, It's impossible to find relief. Impossible--to love a friend who betrays. Impossible-- to live again after three days. Impossible--to calm a storm on the sea, Storms in our lives, or the storm in me. To pour in a cup water and out of it wine, Representing a change in this hurt heart of mine. Though it was impossible to be set free, He does the impossible for me. He soothes the wound that'll never heal, Gives life to the heart that yearns to feel. He dries the tears that will not cease, And fills the bitter cup with peace. And when day is over, by His light I see. He does the impossible for me.