Please, Please - April 1995

Another poem, another moment in life. 


Please, Please...

Working with the destruction
and now inner peace within me
I find myself twirling around,
such as a violent tornado on
it's worse path

please, please take my hand
hold it gently
and help me make you
understand

the pain, the hurt within me
I look to the stars, in hopes
that my wishes and dreams
are heard so quickly

to be taken seriously, I must
push myself so hard
taking out past frustrations
on old harsh habits is
such a waste of time

please, please take gently my
body and give me a gracious
hug, tell me things will be
okay, show me the way

I want to speak, but I feel no one
will listen
I want to be understood, but no one
can understand
the pain, the hurt that lures
behind me

the painful memories I still
find at the bottom of the
bottle, ones that I begin to
wonder if they ever will

putting trust into a person is
like handing myself over to a
prisoner,
I can't...

believing in myself or in
anyone, having faith in people
or friends is minimal
I can't...
please, please take my hand
please, oh please understand

help me talk
I ask of you
please listen
I beg of you
help me walk this long, rough
walk...
please, please
the emptiness and sorrow
within my heart
As I watch the small amount
of life inside me that slowly
drifts and begins to depart

please, please take my
shaking hand, allow me to
help you understand
let me explain
all I ask is that you listen
openly, and help me leave the pain
please, please this is my demand
please, oh please can you understand?
lift me up, up into your arms
show me the happiness and peace I so long to desire
express the love I so longingly
deserve
please help me, my heart and soul as
red as a bright lit fire.

4-29-95