I see things I don’t want to see

I know things I don’t want to know

I feel things I don’t want to feel

Sometimes the pain is excruciating

The waiting

Agonizing

What shall I do?

Can I change the future?

Can I send out a warning?

Will anyone listen?

Or will they say it is none of my business?

What if they ignore me?

They might think I’m crazy

They might say “what does she know”

It’s like knowing the storm is coming and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.

It’s out of my control.

I’m screaming LOOK OUT

STOP

TURN AWAY

TAKE SHELTER

RUN TO SAFETY

But no one hears me

The waiting is agonizing

The pain

Excruciating

Because I feel things I don’t want to feel

I know things I don’t want to know

I see things I don’t want to see

It is a Gift,

It is a Curse,

It is a Blessing,

It is a Cross I must bare

A Cross that is, at times, difficult to carry

It is a Cross I am honored that God intrusted me with

Written by A C Hayes