Abandoned, Abused, Unloved and Alone - a Poem of Hope

Abandoned, Abused, Unloved and Alone

Rachael A. Lund
I remember how you found me
Abandoned and abused
Unloved and alone
There was destruction all around me
Alcohol and violence
Drugs and death

I can see the memories clearly
Though they're so long ago
My father walked away, uncaring
My mother died, an alcoholic addict

A young girl abused and alone
Fell into the arms of men
Looking for love and hope
Landed in the arms of an alcoholic addict
And got married to more abuse

Still abandoned and abused
Unloved and alone
Destruction still all around me
Alcohol and violence
Drugs and death

I remember the pain clearly
Though it's so long ago
My husband left me, uncaring
Two of my children died, just babies
One lived on without a father

A young woman abandoned and unloved
Fell into the arms of men again
Looking for love and hope
Landed in the arms of a possessive alcoholic
And moved in with yet more abuse

That is where you found me
Pregnant and unloved
Alone in a room
Crying out to you

I remember the day clearly
Almost ten years ago
You rescued me and my children
You gave me love and hope
I landed in your arms
And you took me away from all the abuse

No longer abandoned and abused
Unloved and alone
No more destruction all around me
No more alcohol and violence
Drugs and death

A saved woman protected and loved
Opens her arms to others
Looking for love and hope
And shows them a loving God
Where there is no destruction and abuse

I remember where you found me
Now I find them there
Abandoned and abused
Unloved and alone
Destruction is all around them
Alcohol and violence
Drugs and death

A world unloved and alone
Needs to land in the arms of God
Finding love and hope
In a woman you have rescued
From destruction and abuse

Published by Rachael A. Lund

Rachael Lund is an article and blog writer and poet of 25 years. She is a Top 1000 Yahoo Contributor on the Yahoo Contributor Network. Rachael is personally living with multiple chronic illnesses, including...  View profile

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  • busiswa mangqalaza9/3/2010

    oh my God i've been coplaining about my life which i considerd as an art gallery of pain, now that i read this poem i haven't experienced anything, now i'm touched.

  • Kristi Burton1/25/2010

    I was so touched by this. My life started out just like this. Fortunately, I haven't had to experience the rest. It has, however, been one of my greatest fears. I give kudos to you for coming through it and giving back. You inspire me!

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