A Helping Hand- A Poem
A Helping Hand
They seem so far away no hopes or any dreams
The uncounted tears I cry,
All the pains and all the stings
Nothing seems to satisfy.
The fears out number everything there is
My face always pale it seems
And I wonder many times if I can make it through this
Broke hearted ripped at seams.
But I remember my faith inside
And somehow I find a light through out it all
Still I do not ever confide
Each and every time I fall.
No one may ever know truly what I go through
Nor will they understand
But through this darkness I can view
A new light at hand.
I can make it through this, so can you
Just be strong I know you can
And when you need it
Know I'll have a helping hand.
Other Poems I've Written
- A Happy Thought
Have you ever been so sad that you just told yourself that just this once I'm going to think a happy thought? That's what this poem is about.
- Puppet- A poem Does Mental Illness Have Control Over you?
A poem I wrote when I felt as if my mental illness was in complete control of myself.
- Echo-A Poem
- Glued Back Together With Missing Pieces
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