The Sun Was Shining

I lost my virginity
One cold October morn
Truth be told, it was stolen

The sun was shining

I lost my innocence
Control became an illusion
Thoughts descended into confusion

The wind was blowing

I lost my voice
Unable to tell a soul
A hidden secret sown

The angels were weeping

I lost my hope
Shame and anger grew
If only someone knew

The sun’s still shining


Today’s poem is in response to the prompt for a simple sad poem. I could write simple sad poems all day long.

I am a Jesus Freak, and I don't care who knows it. I am a wife, mother, sister, aunt, daughter, and friend. My blood family is only part of the larger family of Christ that I belong to. I love to write, especially about my dear Savior.


19 Responses

  1. A raw honest account of a traumatic event. The sun still shining at the end leaves one with a sense of loneliness. It is in stark contrast to the pain of the verse.

  2. A powerful, personal share. Thanks for sharing the voice that you found and I’m so glad you found it. The sun, the hope, the faith are always the constant.

    • The manuscript is done, having been edited by a professional developmental editor. My husband has read it and I’m ready to start sending it to publishers. I sent my first submission last Friday and have 6 more publishers I’ve identified. I considered self-publishing, but had no peace. I don’t think that’s what God has planned. Thanks for asking.

      You know, when it’s done, I’m hoping you’ll be on my launch team to get the word out. 🙂

  3. The loss of innocence was more tragic than the deflowering; but even worse when rape is the delivery system, and both are lost.

  4. Yes I could write sad all day too, but I like to season them with hope. I hate to leave people in sadness when Christ offers hope. Your poem is sad, and tender, and yes the sun is still shining!

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