Save me from myself or not at all.
Can't seem to find my way out of this dark hall.
Try as I might I keep hitting these brick walls.
Running out of steam, the train preparing to stall.
As a child that song would always make me cry.
Now I'm older, life led me to this place and I can see why.
It was my dream to come here and learn to fly.
But my wings were clipped and in the desert I died.
Like myths and fables just enter my name.
My life has played out eerily the same.
Do I follow the whispers or go back to where I came?
Made friends with Hades to keep from going insane.
This line - I haven't walked it so well.
Even sashayed myself right into hell.
It's on my choices I was forced to dwell.
Then the whispers started to yell.
Show them your pain, it is alright.
Even if it takes up all of your might.
Standing up and sharing a bit of your light.
Might help another through their own dark night.
~I.S.~
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Author:
Introverted Sage (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 12th, 2023 00:46
- Category: Reflection
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You know, even though we don't realize it...sharing our pain does help. It helps others feel....not so alone. BUT it also helps US...release! Thank you for choosing to share it! 💫
Thank you!
Keep sharing
It does help
Hell of a write
Got me wondering what the song is
Thank you!
I'll probably share it eventually..
Craziest thing though, the song has my name in it.. and I never realized until recently.
Makes it even more the mind jam 😑
first save ourselves
then offer a helping hand
just like those wise
stewardesses tell us...
(so true, wise Poet)
thank you
I was just having a conversation with someone about exactly that.. Can't save the world if you're not a part of it.
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