Nothing But The Pain - A Poem

You stripped away the armor, took down the wall,
you broke, cracked, shattered it all.
You put me in the wilderness, but still under your domain,
and I’m left with nothing but the pain.
 
I am tired, I am weak,
I cannot walk, I cannot speak,
I’m left wondering how it all went so wrong,
I find no comfort in pithy answers or pious songs.
I feel my last bit of strength wane,
and I’m left with nothing but the pain.
 
My throat feels constricted, my voice gives out,
the pain in my muscles and joints continues to mount,
your silence, you seem to maintain,
and I’m left with nothing but the pain.
 
Where are you? Where did you go?
Do you hear me? That’s what I’d like to know.
Are you there? Are you really kind?
These are the questions to which the answers I need to find.
To let someone suffer seems so inhumane,
but here I am, left with nothing but the pain.
 
Is this how life will be?
Is this your plan for me?
Constant pain and illness.
I cannot find you in the stillness.
Your love and grace are supposed to sustain,
but all I’m left with is the pain.
                                                                              ~ By Liz Austin 2018