Don't fear me.
My problems are
not contagious.
Years ago I was
like you.
My home was beautiful.
My family was everything.
Somewhere between
Wedded Bliss Street
and Family Man Drive
I took a wrong turn.
It's not as easy as you think
to turn back around.
'Just get a job! '
is as simple as
answering the 'Meaning of life'.
An address is needed for a job...
yet a job is needed for an address.
Without one or the other
where is the hope?
You think I look
frightening.
Maybe if you actually saw me
you would see that
I look
frightened.
I don't want a handout
but I'm in no position
to refuse it.
I need your help,
your compassion,
your faith,
and your friendship.
I can get myself going
in the right direction again.
All I need is a little help
while I round the corner.
Then watch me fly.
Besides being well-written, this poem is also a sensitive and compassionate perception of the dilemmas faced by those who have - so to speak - fallen off the edge of their lives. It's very hard to 'pull yourself up by your bootstraps' when you have none. Absolute 10 for this one, Mary. Nice title, too.
Mary...Very interesting perspective on this one! Nicely done...once again...compassion beams. Hugs, Dee
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mary, Once again you capture the essense of a complex social condition in which you are 'damned if you do and damned if you don't.' Being a divorcee can create a nasty and frequently false stigma, especially if your former partner has a silver tongue and the popularity factor on their side! Well done! Valerie Serendipity Anderson from Sarge Street Studios