Sta.sh
Tears were nearly streaming down the little girl's face.
"S-Stop it!" She tried shouting. The boys just laughed. She clenched her fists, determined not to cry in front of them... but it was getting to be too much. "Stop it!" She repeated, tears leaking now.
"Stop it!" A boy mocked. The others laughed.
"Stop it." A new voice said, not merely echoing the others but ringing out with a strong and fierce tone. The boys now looked nervous. The girl looked behind her. There was a man standing there, glaring at the boys with his large arms crossed over his chest.
"Abba!" she squeeked happily. She grabbed his leg tightly, burying her face into his soft jacket. He put a hand securely on the back of her head, comforting his little girl. He said a sharp word of warning to them. Now that she had back-up of her own, she braved a sharp warning of her own:
"Yah, go away- or my daddy's gonna make you sorry!"
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And as you can tell, I do believe in God, and that's really the basis for the poem. "Daddy" in the poem is God. This is because for Christians, God is sometimes referred to as "Abba" (Which translates more towards "Daddy") by Christ( and by others, following his lead) as a metaphor for how he's loving and gracious like a good father. That's how the poem relates to God.
For me, it's really God himself that treats my depression, so to speak. It's odd to explain, especially if you don't believe in God, but I'll try and give a bit of an explanation that doesn't take a novel.
I've gone through bouts of depression since about five years ago, and one of the early ones actually was what caused me to become a Christian. I haven't contemplated suicide since that first one, thanks to God, but I have gone through many bouts of depression and occasionally would wish I was dead. I would talk with God through it, he would comfort me somehow and work with me through it.
I hate being this vague, but I don't want to make this comment three pages either.... so, if you're interested in having a more detailed and concrete explanation, send me a note.
I'm glad you like the poem! And I can't exactly say I know what it's like, but I'll be praying for you.
But if you still want that explanation, I'd be glad to give it.
I know you wrote this a while ago, but I pray you're feeling better now and fought back the depression. God is always right there
Still dealing with some depressions and stresses, but God's good. I'd be so screwed if he wasn't here.
Thanks for the comment. ^^
I have my own share of recurring monsters under the bed too, so I know what it's like
God Bless!!