Everywhere I turn
I see sadness in lonely eyes
Questions we ask
Of what, where, how and whys
So many souls
Carrying the weight of pain
Years of emotional hurt
And tears that fall like rain
We hold ourselves
Prisoners of our past
Slowly moving forward
And going nowhere fast
One thing we’ve learned
Is ourselves to blame
Hidden in our past
Is from where it came
In growing up we’re told
Contradictions of love and hate
Who will be the one
To deal the hand of fate?
Only if one of us can you know
How deep go the roots of pain
So young it may start,
The conditioning of the brain
Take away our dignity
Strip us of natural pride
Push us into a corner
With shame we will hide
With smiles some of us
Might hold our own
Until depression sinks in
And makes us feel alone
In a crowded room
We look for the nearest door
Ironically by ourselves
We desperately need so much more
As I look around
From one stranger to the next
In their eyes I see they’re like me
Feeling as though they’ve been hexed
Before us a grim picture
With shared lonely eyes we see
Frowns outnumbering the smiles
A growing minority we’ve come to be
All we can do is
Be there for each other
With hugs and prayers
Like true loving Sister and Brother
With sympathetic heart
To my siblings of guilt I call
I want you to know
I understand you all
Copyright © Accidental Poet 2002
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- Comment from author about the poem: Here's a poem I wrote back in 2002. Recovery is a long road, and the only way to move on is to put one foot in front of the other. It isn't easy, but one step at a time makes it happen.
- Category: Forgiveness
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Comments9
In a crowded room
We look for the nearest door
Yikes! How many times have I done this! You're seeing what most people try not to show AP............
Sooner or later we have to tell it like it is. Thanks for the read Lorna.
Your words sum up such a picture of truth for me.
And yes, recovery is a long, tidious road to travel.
But, we must march through.
Beautifully written poem!
Thank you for sharing.
Resa
Thank you for reading Resa. Recovering from anything is never easy, but always well worth it.
Good write AP.
Thanks orchi.
Lovely write AP!
Thanks sky. Always appreciate your reading.
Very good write showing the horror of depression.
Thank you Andy.
I really enjoy an love this piece a lot keep on writing my friend ❤️
Thank you Marlena, I'm delighted you enjoyed my poem. And as I'm sure you know, once a poet, always a poet.
Frowns outnumbering the smiles.... this whole poem speaks all truth!! It's like you know me so well w/o knowing me.... I love this poem! Great write...
Thanks marquisha for reading and your compliment.
In life, we experience emotions
To experience emotions, we need to vent
To vent, we become poets
So all poets have a common thread
O the days I have like this, my friend your amazing at being perfectly you. As are us all helping each other heal those inner wounds, thank you this one sent down to a root.
Thanks Dan. I hope you don't have too many days like this. Take care.
And your making it, my friend. you're a great fella and a great poet, also. let the steamroller start up it's engines and flatten out those dignity issues because you have tons of it. great work, AP.
Thanks Kevin for the read and compliment.
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