A poem, The lamp light beckons.
This is dedicated to a friend who suffers with this debiliating mental disease, plus she's obese.The disease is called Agorophobia. ( Fear of leaving your home
The lamp light in the darkened street
Should i leave my safe retreat?
A recluse i'm sometimes called
I often wonder what it's like
To walk with friends in brightly lit malls
You see I have this phobia, crowds scare me literally to death
It's not like I think of bodily harm
Or an unjustifiable act of theft
I avoid people 'cos they say unkind comments behind my back
Like, " Look at her, how very fat
Bet she can't buy clothing off the rack "
The only way to feel secure is to stay quietly in the confines of my home
Somedays I wish I could run outside, skip and dance
Let it all hang loose and roam baby roam
The lamp light is just across the highway, not too far away
Then I remember the hurtful words spoken, the spiteful laughter that cuts deeply
Then invariably I decide, "not today"
Maybe tomorrow I'll cross that elusive highway line
Maybe tomorrow I'll have friends
And have a really good time.
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