To brave the mess,
I’m called to do,
I must confess,
And that I want to,
With a certain amount
Of quiet and space,
With a certain measure
Of calm and patience.
At the library? you say.
Well, maybe.
To brave the mess,
I’m called to do,
I must confess,
And that I want to,
With a certain amount
Of quiet and space,
With a certain measure
Of calm and patience.
At the library? you say.
Well, maybe.
How do you know
What to do
When you don’t feel quite right,
And you’re not getting through
Life unscathed,
And you can’t really sue?
I wonder
If I should have
Gone to get help
When my empty head
Was playing tricks on me.
I wonder if I should have stayed,
When I had a choice to make.
But was I free to choose?
Family and friends
Supported me.
The doctors were helpful,
So also the nurses,
Some of them, anyway.
I think it was good
That I stuck around,
But the journey was full
Of grief and regret.
Hindsight’s 20/20,
As they say.
Silence
Is golden, but costly.
Holding it all in
Can be quite a sin.
Sometimes,
We need to share
Our doubts and fears,
Our dreams and nightmares.
And we need to listen,
To give support,
To extend a hand
In goodwill.
You are important to me,
And I know
I’m important to you.
So I’d like to soothe
Your anxiety.
Let’s be a team
To overcome life’s struggles.