These, Words

L. B. Mek



Knowing, tells us ‘Do right’

when everything inside of us

feels, like we’re suffocating 

if we ain’t hurting


‘Just, try again’ 

Sounds, so easy to understand 

but I’m begging you, to explain 

what’s gonna be different, this time.


Radio, plays a roulette rodeo

lyrics, blazing vibrant life in every decibel 

and yet, every choice I make

feels like I’m playing, with casino dice


‘It’s ok, I understand’

Words that just, roll off the tongue 

with practised ease, while Your eyes

dart in every direction, but Mine.


Forgive me, for being a burden 

for not knowing where to turn

for wishing, maybe here

I may find, a lifeline


I know, if I fix me

you’ll be perfect right, like

I’m the only f’ckd up thing

in your entire existence.


One day

when I find my way

I’m gonna write, some words

and it’s gonna be a message

only few can comprehend 

these words, won’t 

make too much sense, won’t 

be packaged in a shallow smile, won’t

be demanding anything

in return


These words, simply say:

‘I’m proud of you, for fighting

this long

for making it,

this far


and, should you succeed or fail


within these very words

exists testimony:

to your Worth!’


There’s a Home, somewhere 

for even people like us

on Both, sides

of eternity’s - divide.


I’ll be waiting, You

take your time

‘Fight, your good fight’

and come home


To a place, I guarantee you’ll belong

by just being, You

Know, that I’m proud of You

All, of You!



© L. B. Mek

September 2021

  • Author: L. B. Mek (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 24th, 2021 03:37
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 68
  • User favorite of this poem: Fay Slimm..


  • rebmasters

    A beautiful, secret message to all those 'fighting this long.' Words that make us want to carry on ❤

    • L. B. Mek

      hopefully, we scribblers can only try to convey
      but that message and all that it embodies
      is definitely what inspired my write..
      thank you for your succinctly insightful interpretation, dear Poet

    • dusk arising

      There are some battles, ever ongoing, hidden from uncaring eyes yet deep felt in those to whom they matter. For some it is a struggle within themselves for the narrow shoreline of sanity's ebb, for another it may be that of a damaged friend or loved one out on the edges of realities fringe. Yet others where the battle is not fought, just lost. Or (important to stress) just 'different'
      THis has brought tears to my eyes for i love someone dearly who I would love to 'make it home'.

      Had to come back and edit this to add a huge thank you for handling this subject with such finesse.

      • L. B. Mek

        finesse, dear Poet
        is what your comment so-eloquently: exemplifies!
        I'm just glad, you could connect with my write
        in such a meaningful way
        being the insightful Poet you are, Dusk
        you know, there's no greater reward
        than to have our lifeless, inked words
        infused with breath,
        by making that personal connection..
        humbly, I thank you! and shall treasure
        your encouraging words,
        and I pray your friend, 'makes it home'

      • Fay Slimm.

        Putting so plainly the other side of the "treatment" coin makes my anger boil when a bit of non-judgement could make all the difference. This is piece of pleading suggestions for us all to remember my friend. A favourite with me for sure.

        • L. B. Mek

          'a bit of non-judgement could make all the difference.'
          as-ever, dear Fay
          you've summarised my entire write's message, so acutely
          and I can't agree with you enough!
          thank you, sincerely
          for your wonderful gesture and comment my friend

        • Neville

          Master, never call me master again .. He bows, then kneels before thy pen ....... Neville

          • L. B. Mek

            you do what comes to you, trailblazer
            I'll just cling-on and let your wind
            teach my wings, to fly: from branch to branch
            one scribbled, climb - at a time...
            and so I thank you, dear poetic Sensei

          • Goldfinch60

            Those feelings and worries can be in us all but knowing that there will always be a home for all is so powerful hence 'My Porch Light' is always on.


            • L. B. Mek

              wow, that's a beautiful mantra
              for a 'compassionate philosophy of life'
              and may your 'Porch Light's'
              act as that beacon lighthouse
              for those troubled people in your life...
              what a wonderful comment Andy, thank you!

            • aRCane

              i like your conjecture, consider being succinct with your words

            • aRCane

              are you a prolific sinner?

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