Sometimes in your life you feel trapped,
Cornered into a place that you do not want to be.
It is usually of your own making,
You try to please others all the time,
To do what others expect of you,
Not what you want to do for yourself.
You worry about what others think of you,
And the trap becomes a prison.
But that prison can disappear
The moment you stop worrying,
Stop worrying what others think of you.
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Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: One of my philosophies is life is "This is me, if you do not like what you see that is your problem, not mine"
- Category: Reflection
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This poem speaks volumes to me. I was stuck in a rut for quite a long time all because I did not want to hurt anyone if I left my hometown to follow my dreams. I am happy to say that I finally got out of the prison that I was stuck in just by pursuing my course in life. Thank you for your work here.
Thank you for your comment, I think that many people are like this, I am glad you are free.
Love this....resonates with me....as I get older I care less of what people think about me.... I never really ever cared that much TBH.....but it's the best way to live free
Thank you Jooles and very true.
I can relate to the message in this one G - - - good and inspiring read.
Thank you Fay, much appreciated.
On his death bed my father asked me to take care of my mother after he was gone . That was in March 2000 . I had just separated from my soon to be x wife . In the previous December (1999) I underwent two surgeries for thyroid cancer . In January I started radiation treatments . During all this time from January til March I was sitting in the hospital with my father helping my mother to take care of him . During this time since I lived in another city I moved in with mom to help . I sat in the hospital 12 hours a day just weeks out of surgery and suffering from radiation sickness . Even after all that I was a pall bearer at his funeral . All that was 17 years ago and since then I have taken care of mom who is an invalid now . I helped her throught 5 surgeries and countless trips to the emergency room during that time . She will be 92 in a couple of months and presently going strong . So I've sacrificed 17 years to keep a promise in which I feel trapped but I would do it all again . During all this time my faith in God has been tested over and over again . But each test I passed and my faith became stronger and I no longer feel trapped but blessed .
Thank you for your response, you have had a hard time and I am so glad that you feel blessed. May The Lord's Blessings always be upon you.
I agree, Goldfinch ...To thine own self be true, and let the chips fall where they may.
Thanks Louis, much appreciated.
Yes we must be true to ourselves. Thanks Robert.
I do it at times - in or out of church. If someone is grumpy, or gives me a dirty look, etc, my 'nervous disposition' starts up.
Then I get to a stage after a while of thinking 'F...them' (pardon me!), and my fearfulness can change to anger, including being angry with myself. I say ' Come on now, snap out of it; you can only be yourself'! I would never be my true self otherwise.
Very true Orchi
Got headache now, of course, thinking of all that! heehee.
Go and have a sherry and lay down in a darkened room.
Nicely done. When you are a child and you say "I'm hungry" and your parent says "no you are not". You are happy and you hear "wipe that smile off your face." There is nothing to be happy about. And why so sad, cheer up. You pick a color,and you hear "that's a stupid color."
Soon you realize, that what others think is more important than your own feelings. And you are screwed until you get therapy.
Thanks Augustus, much appreciated.
Great message and
Great poem
Thank you PH, so kind.
we need more of
this type of thinking
Thank you onepauly. If only?
I put your poem on my wall next to my computer. when I read it I did not hesitate. I want to know
it by heart. I felt what you wrote many times. I just did not know how to put it in words
its cool. and its good that I like myself.
thank you.
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this poem is beautiful ❤
Thank you for your kind words Alisha.
Lovely. It most definitely speaks volumes
Thank you meno, so kind.
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