Treasure Island

Linda Ori

(08/13/1945 / UTAH)

' Lean On Me


Sure, you're tough and resilient -
able to keep your feelings
under control,
when everyone around you
is losing ground,
sliding into the abyss......

They know you will be there
to throw them a lifeline,
your strength,
your ability to protect them
will save the day,
you are their hero;

But, to what are you anchored?
What holds you fast,
makes you
impervious to self destruction
when everything else
is being destroyed?

When do you reach the limit
of your own strength,
begin to
slide into your own abyss?
And who will come
to rescue you then?

Reach out and take my hand,
my grasp is ever firm,
ever loyal -
lay your burdens on me,
I am strong for you.............
lean on me.


6/10/2009

Submitted: Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Edited: Thursday, June 11, 2009

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  • Meggie Gultiano (9/19/2009 12:47:00 AM)

    Reach out and take my hand,
    my grasp is ever firm,
    ever loyal -
    lay your burdens on me,
    I am strong for you.............
    lean on me.......

    This is very inspiring. Lovely words.thanks for sharing (Report) Reply

  • Afzal Shauq (8/14/2009 1:36:00 AM)

    When do you reach the limit
    of your own strength,
    begin to
    slide into your own abyss?
    And who will come
    to rescue you then?

    yes the last limit takes start from begining.. what i heard but here your idea about the issue is really reverse of it and really heart feeling one..love the style you own..and write melodic way..exression is heart knocking and realizing type..best of luck..10/10 (Report) Reply

  • Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (6/12/2009 5:48:00 PM)

    Is this one of those...God made Man first, because every perfect work of art requires a rough draft, first? If so...that is absolutely, unquestionably ludicrous.
    Of course it's true....but i'll call it lidicrous, just the same....Excellent Work Midnight!

    FjR (Report) Reply

  • T McH (6/11/2009 10:53:00 AM)

    Behind every strong man lies a stronger woman, yes? Only the strongest men sometimes don't recognise their dependence.... t x (Report) Reply

  • Saadat Tahir (6/10/2009 1:19:00 PM)

    i beg your pardon sir....trite!
    the poem is a great write...it is Godliness and its lure felt so deeply and expressed so well

    i feel its very very serious as messages go...its quite clear to a dicerning eye where the poet is taking us
    linda its cheers an ten...have ablessed day (Report) Reply

  • Ashraful Musaddeq (6/10/2009 12:59:00 PM)

    An excellent poem with nice idea where the last stanza is amazing.
    You always compose your imagination in a dainty manner. (Report) Reply

  • Linda Ori (6/10/2009 12:49:00 PM)

    Thanks, Lamont - always a pleasure. Things can only get better from here! (Report) Reply

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