Reality Strike - Poem by Pip Lucas
They come and they go,
when you never know.
But once they’re gone it hits you hard,
no pain can be cured by a single card.
Sympathy shown everywhere,
hands pat my dampened hair.
I shove away and hide in pain,
they come and comfort but are in vain.
Refused impolitely they scatter indeed,
not one may help me,
no matter how much they plea.
Arms stiff as if left in the rain to rust,
or on the shelf to gather dust.
Useless and scared I realize soon,
I should not hide like a hunted coon.
Someone awaken the true soul in me,
“Free my worries! ” I call desperately.
Someone approaches; I am unaware.
They reach out to my prayer.
They cradle me gently as we embrace in the dark,
not harsh or rough as if tree bark.
I am cured and not in despair,
I realize now that people care.
And whether or not I understand,
people love me and here they stand.
They do not want to see me fall,
they caress and care,
and happiness is restored.
As your life is discovered,
remember your mother,
and other loved ones too.
For they were there,
they’re always for you.
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