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
Here,
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
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L. B. Mek (
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Comments7
A beautiful, secret message to all those 'fighting this long.' Words that make us want to carry on ❤
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
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.
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'
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.
'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
Master, never call me master again .. He bows, then kneels before thy pen ....... Neville
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
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.
Andy
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!
i like your conjecture, consider being succinct with your words
are you a prolific sinner?
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