Easy To Help Other People Than It Is To Help Myself… Poem by Sebastian Melmoth

Easy to help other people than it is to help myself
Satisfaction in guiding the needy to find their way

Showing the signposts to fellow beings yet getting lost when on my own

Drawn like a magnet to the glow of despair, running away from my own despondent shadow

Tragedies Theatre lifting the curtain of support for humankind, but for me the curtain always falls

See the light of love in everyone with sense of not deserving within anxieties mind

Enjoyment in the moment, stomach churning bittersweet woefulness qualm

Grey like a banshee apparition, what is wrong with me, where did I go wrong?

Facing emotional mountains that dominate landscape of my soul

Using the tethered worn rope of hope, tug of war inside my head

Common Sense verses demons of depression the battle for sanity or insanity rages on

Yearning to receive the same support, easily able and freely given, why can't I do it when it comes to me

Stuck in a muddle all you need is my spirit sought in the heart of another

Your despair shines bright, the light to attract the comfort of a guardian angel

Find your way out, accept the helping hand if lucky enough in being offered embracing the gift of kindness shared.