A CRY FOR HELP... Poem, by cerry, at My poetic side

Please allow me to become a little vulnerable.

I know my problem.

I know my issue

I have tried to fight it, I’ve tried to focus on things above

But yet I’m still drowning

I refuse to lose hope

But I seek help and prayers.

You see, my maladaptive thoughts have become my reality

Well…fake reality

I run to my thoughts like a caffeineholic runs to coffee

They have become my “safe place,” but I’m in chains

How do I fix this?

Slowly, by slowly, I’ve become distant not only to God but even to the people I love.

I have so much I want to say, but can’t bring myself to

I feel alone and unseen

I want to burst and speak, but I can’t!

So I’m trying this way…

The feeling of needing help but not being able to ask

Having a family that loves you, yet you can’t bring you to love you

Needing to be with others but wanting to be alone

Wanting God but living for the world

Trapped in mind-full-of-sin.

I’ve been set free, but I'm still living like a prisoner

I’ve started being quick to anger, so I’ve chosen to avoid others…

Help me, Lord!

Comments +

sorenbarrett August 14th, 2025 05:45
I hear a definite plea for help in this poem reaching out to a therapist or counselor, minister or priest may be a first step. Find one that you feel comfortable with. Very nicely written in clear and understandable form it makes its point. A courageous write.
- cerryAugust 14th, 2025 05:55
  Thank you very much, I've been wanting to find someone to talk to, actually. I guess I have yet to find that someone, but it's defy in the works.

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