When I Stood Alone: A Poem
Shattered girl finds hope
As a very small child, I experienced a devastating trauma that would disappear from memory until my mid-forties. The trauma profoundly, and negatively influenced and affected the way I felt, behaved, and saw myself and the world, despite the fact that I blocked the event for decades. My mother said I was just a sober child when people commented that I looked sad. Of my two sisters and I, I was considered the fragile, sensitive one. It was thought that that was just my make up - I was born that way. Perhaps to a certain extent I was, but as I look back on my life, I realize that the periodic melancholy that came over, and relentlessly pursued me throughout my life, was a result of that early childhood trauma.
I am happy to say I enjoyed lots of laughter and fun in my life as well. Though we had typical family problems, and a few untypical ones, there was also laughter. My dad was hilarious, my mom could be quite funny, and I found myself unconsciously emulating my dad's humor. My sisters also could really be a hoot. It was infectious, really. Once dad or mom started, it caught on. Sometimes we girls would start the ball rolling. My dad's extended family were all hilarious people, despite their brokenness. My mother's family were very cheerful, fun, and extremely loving. Each side of the family were very different, but there was lots of love and laughter on both sides.
The saving grace of my life was having been taught that God loved me unconditionally. My maternal grandmother was a Christian Scientist. I don't hold to, agree with, or in anyway follow their teachings; however, one thing I learned from Christian Scientists was the love of God for me. It became instinctual to talk to God quietly in my mind and heart throughout the day throughout my childhood. I couldn't get enough of the Bible stories I heard in Sunday school and on my grandmother's lap. The teachings of my grandmother's religion brought a lot of confusion to me. So I enjoyed immensely Bible stories, and tried to ignore the theological nonsense. When I was twenty three years old, I found Jesus was the Savior who, though I didn't know Him by name as a child, held me together, loved me, and pursued me. I just knew Him as God the Father. In 1979, I learned who Christ was and took Him into my heart.
"Sea Dreams" by Adolf Sehring
Sitting on a grassy sand dune
This poem is based on a little painting I found many years ago at a yard sale, just when the memories of my trauma began to invade my life. When I saw the picture, I was transported to being that lonely, sad little girl - little Lori. The painting shows a small child sitting on a grassy sand dune watching the ocean. When I saw it I began to weep. That little girl was me, so many years ago. That was me, in one of my retreating moments where I tried to process the unidentifiable anguish, aloneness, and fear of life I felt. When I look at this little girl, I know that is me, communing with God on that dune; He, filling the void of loneliness that overtook me sometimes. Oh, how I felt His love.
In the painting, the little girl's hair is blond. One day I decided to draw the same picture, but gave the little girl red hair, as that was the color of my hair in my early childhood. You can only see her from behind. You cannot see her little face. After I drew a very good copy of that painting with red hair, I copied it and sent it to my mother. She said she gasped when she saw it. "That was my little girl. You looked exactly like that. It is so much your personality as a child." She wept too.
When I Stood Alone
When I stood alone
as a child on the shore,
I watched the ocean crashing,
like the fear that dashed me sore.
Waves battered the rocky crags,
Pain buffeted my soul,
carving jagged edges,
into a life that once was whole.
I began to wonder,
Would life ever shine for me?
Would my heart ever know acceptance?
A life unfettered and free?
Would hope ever glimmer?
Would I ever know delight?
Would I ever kiss with wonder?
Would darkness ever turn to light?
When I walked alone
as a child on hot sand,
I knew the burn of trauma,
grains of sorrow to withstand.
Searing pain of delicate youth,
scorching marrow and bone,
a precious childhood blistered,
febrile and alone.
I began to wonder,
Would life ever feel like home?
Would I ever taste the fruit of trust?
Could laughter replace this groan?
Would I ever know the sacredness
of lillies in a field?
Or blowing on a dandelion,
with glee unconcealed.
When I sat alone,
as a child on grassy dune,
the wind blew through my tresses,
and caressed my spirit through.
It ushered in the breeze of hope,
the whispering of a promise,
of healing and refreshment,
of love eternal and flawless.
I began to wonder,
Is this a love that I can trust?.
And will it last forever?
Or will it turn to dust?
Is this a hope that will endure?
Or is it teasing fare?
I want to believe it's more than a dream,
That God will always care.
When I stood alone,
as a child wading shallow,
I felt the Lord drawing near,
a Rescuer to hallow.
His arms outstretched, He beckoned me,
I ran to His embrace,
I heard his heart beating love,
I'd found my resting place.
© 2014 Lori Colbo. All rights reserved
God's comfort is available to you in your suffering
Have you suffered trauma in your life? Has depression and anxiety been part of your life experience? Have you and do you struggle through deep grief and loss of a dear loved one? Has tragedy, hardship, or trials buffeted you? Do you feel beaten down, afraid, alone, abandoned?
Know this: You are never alone! God is right there beside you. He will walk you through this if you only turn to Him. He is there in your heartache. He knows what heartache is first hand, as in Isaiah 53 we learn that Christ was "a man of sorrows, acquainted with grief" (vs. 3), and that is why He can and will be your greatest comfort and strength. In 2 Corinthians 1:3-4 we read, "Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from from God."
With all the love and comfort God gives us, we are then empowered and able to go out and comfort others. We spread what we've received. I hope I've done just that through this poem and article.
© 2014 Lori Colbo. All rights reserved.
Blessed are they that mourn: for they shall be comforted. ~ Matthew 5:4
Have you found Christ to be your comfort during deep pain in life?
Eight Scriptures of comfort and encouragement
- Job 5:11: "The lowly he sets on high, and those who mourn are lifted to safety."
- Psalm 27:13-14: "I remain confident of this: I will see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. Wait for the Lord; be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord."
- Isaiah 41:10: "Don’t be afraid, for I am with you. Don’t be discouraged, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you. I will hold you up with my victorious right hand" (NLT).
- John 16:33: "I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world."
- Romans 8:37-39: "No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord."
- Romans 15:13: "May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in Him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit."
- Philippians 4:6: "Don’t worry about anything; instead, pray about everything. Tell God what you need, and thank him for all he has done" (NLT).
Hebrews 13:5: "I will never leave you nor forsake you." ♥