Self Help Group - Poem by Kay Moore
Alone I came, together we shared,
A space for each problem, to listen with care.
The aim of our Group, from that, I can hold,
Goes against all instructions, as a child I was told.
Dont talk to strangers, it's not the done thing,
Yet that's what I'm doing, as I sit in this ring.
I know I was told, by my own Mum and Dad,
Why to be good, and not to be bad.
Well I learnt my lessons, and did what was told,
I followed instructions, and now that I'm old.
There are times when I'm bothered,
And my life's just not right.
I take a look back, to examine my plight.
It's not right to lay blame, at anothers door,
It's my fault completely, of that I am sure.
I must trust myself, to the highest degree,
For all the decisions, related to me.
Forgive all that crowd, that I blamed for my mess,
Their behaviour at most, was only their best.
I know I've been hurt, and cried quite a lot,
Bewildered, tormented, and scared by the plot.
Criticised, neglected, rejecterd and left,
To fathom it out, is a very strange test.
Time has a habit of racing away,
But when you are down, you live in a haze.
Surrounded by lies, guilt and deceipt,
It takes quite a while to stand on your feet.
When by chance of a miracle, in front of your eyes,
The sky turns to blue, and the haze starts to rise.
One day, amidst agony, torment and pain,
Realised my life was too much of a strain.
I worked really hard, and I went without,
Yet all those raw feelings, were still hanging about,
It was then when it hit me, while searching my soul,
That now was the time, to set myself goals.
I want more time, by mhyself, to be free,
Make up for the times, I let others rule me.
I've looked at the past, with considerable thought,
If I lived my life over, what gains could be taught.
No path is perfect, it's now understood,
Look now inside, for my highest good.
Copyright (C) February 2013
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