Walking through the park
I noticed a girl on a park bench
A melancholy look upon her face
Just a hint of hidden fence
Needing someone to listen
But too reserved to share her grief
For fear of insensitive responses
Denying any relief
So, she sits there
Held captive in her sorrow
Too distraught to know what to do
Unable to see a brighter tomorrow
Feeling her pain
I sat beside her
Not a word spoken
I gently embraced her
Some tears later
She suddenly moved
Getting up from the bench
In her eyes I saw her say “thank you”
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- Comment from author about the poem: A fictional poem of personal anxiety.
- Category: Sad
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This can be so true in life AP, all it takes is for somebody to be prepared to listen, it is something that I do and it has helped so many people in my life.
Andy
Thank you for the read and comment Andy. Much appreciated. 👍
I saw a tramp-like person on a bench. A poor state, but I thought: He looks more relaxed than I do, dashing about on a busy day!
I think a vacation is in order for you Orchi. 🤔
Dangerous territory, my man...... Glad it's fictional.....
Dangerous yes Dave, but no less in need of comfort.
A saviour of sorts 🌹
A Saviour? Maybe Teddy, just an adult reaction at sight of someone not in a good way. I've been there myself, so I think it would be a natural to try to comfort someone in need. 40 years ago I might have acted differently by minding my own business. This is fictional so, if I were to come across this girl on a park bench today, I believe this is how I would react. You have to listen to your heart. Thanks for the read and comment Teddy. 😊👍
Well those type of people are very rare nowa days I'd like to think there were more, I hope I'm wrong so yes a saviour of sorts ❤️
Call it as you wish Teddy, I call it doing what needed to be done in that moment. 🫂
Yes a beautiful act of kindness is what I mean very very rare in real.life anymore. I'd do the same 🤗
Oh, I caught your meaning right away Teddy, my shyness diverting to a little more modest reasoning. As always Teddy, thank you for your always encouraging words and compliments. 🫂
anxiety in any of its many forms sucks doesn't it .. bloomin nice poem tho ..
Yes it sucks. I see it firsthand in the time I spend with my sister. It's hard to know how to help them.
A compassionate write. Responding to a soul in distress. Such a caring thing to do. Anxiety can be debilitating for some. A lovely, thoughtful poem AP.
Thank you Cassie, 40 years ago I like many others today would've looked the other way minding their own business. But I've been there myself, so I think this would be my action today. 😊
My natural reaction is always to reach out to someone in distress.I have known many who suffer from this problem and have had a taste of it myself on occasions:) Hope yours has been kicked into touch.
Well, I don't know about kicked into touch as I think there's always the chance that flareups can happen. But retirement has eased life somewhat. And I like you, will always reach out to someone in need when I see it. 😊
Powerful and poignant. Great work.
Thank you Thomas for the compliment of which I greatly appreciate. 😊👍
Sharing sadness is what brings happiness..
Thanks for the read and comment rhmn7. 😊👍
Needing someone to listen
But too reserved to share her grief
These lines hit different. Keep up with that heart.💫
Thank you Meera. I so appreciate your review. 😊👍
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