The Purple Haze of Life
So tired am I
Mentally and physical exhaustion prevail
No end to open tranquility
Caught in a whirlwind of purple haze
There is an urgency to get into my car
An endless drive with no destination
A need to clear my boggled mind
From all the dust that clings around me.
I have tried so very hard
To be loving, caring, and compassionate
One that always had put others before my needs
Why is it others so close that I love…
Tend to pass negative judgment upon me?
They portray me as a taker
When I am constantly giving
They see not what I do
Nor how much I care
Walls have closed in around me these last 18 months
My father had passed on
My husband lost his income
Bankruptcy was filed
We had to give up our home.
All that has come to pass
There are still those that snicker
thinking I have profited
At their expense
Life,
An unfair lady is she
She makes one travel
Down a thorny hard road
Why is it those closest to you
Are the harshest judges of your character?
Shouldn’t they be on your side?
Supporting you?
Sharing your burden?
Oh no…
They manage to shift life’s burdens
Onto your already sagging shoulder
Leaving you to stand alone
I ask you,
How can I be expected to be so strong?
Inside I feel fragile
As that of an empty eggshell
When does it end?
Where does the road clear?
Is there anyone I can turn to?
Is there anyone that really cares?
I learn to turn my thoughts upward
Lean on my faith
Dig deep within myself
To summon up the only one that cares about me
And understand that however
Tiresome and difficult the journey
I must go on
I will go on!
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"The Purple Haze of Life"
"Why is it those closest to you
Are the harshest judges of your character?
Shouldn’t they be on your side?
Supporting you?
Sharing your burden?"
Sad, it really can twist you on the inside.
You wrote a splendid narrative.
Henceforth, I think we are all guilty of putting our
trust in man, but we know we must turn to the one above, there
lies all the answers. It is extremely sad when others seem to
try to make the pressure even more unbearable when it is already enough to bear. It would seem they would try to be more compassionate at times of need, hugs!
Take care, wishing for you speedy results,
From the Heart of an Artist Quiet Storm
- Bill
Susan
An unfair lady is she
She makes one travel
Down a thorny hard road
She truly does at times, but as you say - we must travel on.
As Regis notes, glad you end on this possitive note.
Regis