Those things you think so therefore think you see Concrete with your own eyes as though complete As how it is so far from me so near To you which you then call reality An inescapable cage at the zoo Which you find conclusive so you repeat As though I have to hear them slow to hear Stay stubbornly invisible to me You say it is hopeless but I will not
I know your numbers add the way they do And threaten as you say no matter what Then you add your threat of subtracting you Which you will insist is not a threat but Merely how merely my life has to be I still remember one thing you forgot I still believe my miracle will come You say it is hopeless but I will not
If you have no hope left I still have some You tried to help me and you give up now I love you and I thought you loved me too But I have to make my last stand somehow And now I find myself out of your league You tire of me now as of compassion With warm words yet with eyes so cold so clear I am alone again in my fashion You say it is hopeless but I will not
Although as you know I was once like you You judge me as unworthy to be here I fell through the cracks down out of your league Although before you were right here I was Now a victim of compassion fatigue Still I remain if victimized in pain Although judged as unworthy to be here If just to show the world (and you) again
Musical. I love the hope that you seem to have in yourself in this poem. I like the phrase "compassion fatigue." It really set off the right mood for me for this poem. Excellent write. Liz
Your poem and picture are visually beautiful together. An invitation to read.
As a reader, I have discovered a particular style and a content that reveals pain, then hope, although there is a darker atmosphere... It feels as if the writer's (or narrator's) voice was aware of a sense of discouragement and lack of confidence.
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As a reader, I have discovered a particular style and a content that reveals pain, then hope, although there is a darker atmosphere... It feels as if the writer's (or narrator's) voice was aware of a sense of discouragement and lack of confidence.
Thank you for sharing!
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About the most beautiful compassionate write I have read: loved the repitition of the line,
"You say it is hopeless but I will not" AMEN!! Keep thinking that--I believe in YOU. Well done, my (((friend))).
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.