What Was It?

What was it?

What was it in her voice?

When she sang that sad song
What was it in her choice?

That will last forever long

What was it in how she stayed?

When she wanted to go away

What was it in how she played?

With all her heart that made her stray

What was it in her eyes?

Hidden by unfallen tears

What was it in her lies?

That showed her gruesome fears

What was it in how she walked?

That made her trip and fall

What was it in how she talked?

Her slow, hopeless drawl

 

What was it in her mind?

That said it was the end

What was it in her lost find?

That left her without a friend

What was it in her part?

That made her forget to act

What was it in her heart?

That was broken and cracked

What was it that was lost?
Between now and then

What was it? What was the cost?

Never to be paid again

What was it? What was it?

That pushed her to render

Her own life, and to submit

To the evil Contender

What was it? What was it?

That I could have done

Me, with a standard unfit.

Was it I who made her run?

What was it? What was it?

I wrote this a year ago about a friend who tried to commit suicide. For months after the incident, I wondered how someone could bring themselves to murder a life... their own. I thought back on all our old talks and connected the dots. She lived in an extremely abusive home and relationship. Every day, she was faced with hatred directed towards her. I thought about the time I had taken to be her friend, and realized that I was too quick to judge her.

 

Because of the problems she faced, she became secluded. She dyed her hair black, wore dark clothing, and was the stereotypical "goth". I didn't like the person she was becoming, so I drew myself away. I couldn't see the brokenness in her, but God did.

After the incident, my eyes were opened to the real problem: my view on the world. I had been too quick to judge anything and everything that didn't seem "Christian". So take this lesson with you: everyone needs love, not just the ones who look the part, and it's our job to show and give them God's love.

 

-Cherisse