Thursday, October 20, 2005

loss and pain

Forgive me, everyone, while I indulge myself in some poetry. I have a friend who is hurting pretty badly right now, and I can't think of any other way to express myself without making the situation worse.

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For one with so much
to be proud of
you often just scoff

your pain is immeasurable
and I bleed with you
I see the way you destroy yourself
and I die a little inside

no longer the one you call
the one you trust enough to talk to
I wish I could help

there are no words to let you know
how much I want to be there for you
please stop punishing yourself!
it's not all your fault

it's not my place to lecture --
you already have a mother
I try not to judge
but I hate to see you do such self-destructive things
so, I just listen and try to be a friend

my heart is open
I wait for you
take care of yourself
if not for you, for them

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10 comments:

halloweenlover said...

Beautiful poem. I hope your friend is able to find peace.

Running2Ks said...

That is so powerful. May your friend find strength and courage from you. Your are a good friend!

Yankee T said...

Poor friend. Nice KLee. Lovely poem.

Songbird said...

It's so good to be able to turn to poetry, isn't it? Thank you for being such a faithful friend, to the person you wrote about, and to so many others.

Beanie Baby said...

I'm sorry. I've been there. It's not easy to so badly want to be able to help, when you know you can't.

KLee said...

Thank you all. For all the comments, and for being there.

woundedinside said...

thank you for your poem ...
it made me think of my good friend ...
who sometimes i think feels like you think ...
i don't know why the self destructive things ...
sometimes the only way to feel ...
stick in there ...
even when they are not talking ...
no its not fair to ask ...
not fair at all ...
but you prove once again that he/she cannot push you away ...
you are there ...
a true friend ...
a good friend ...

thanks for the poem ...

ccw said...

What a beautiful poem! I hope that your friend finds the comfort she needs.

KLee said...

Thanks, CCW. I hope my friend finds what they're looking for as well.

Welcome, woundedinside. I know it was kind of a downer way for you to get to me, but I welcome your voice. Thanks for your answering poem. I, myself, am no stranger to deling with myself harshly, but I can't tell my friend how I'm feeling because it would only add to their burden. I had to let it out.

Like you said, sometimes the self-destructive things are the only way that people in pain can feel *anything.* I worry so much. I want to shake the living snot out of my friend, but that's counterproductive. So, I settle for poetry.

Juggling Freak said...

Well, not to be morbid..

But, it's because pain reminds you that you're still alive..

Thankfully, I haven't had to think that way for quite a while (about 14 years to be exact)..