POETRY | SELF HELP | GROWTH
A Poem about Help
Evaluating the weeks frustrations,
and waiting for them to pass.
A dull ache in my temples,
Dragging around this extra weight has certainly taken its toll.
Blind hope that this shall lift,
at least become lighter
Is this all we are left with?
Waiting for the next thing.
Or could this load be shared, perhaps altered?
Must we wait, and for how long?
The inquisitive mind will not rest.
This predicament must be resolved.
Perhaps it’s time to enlist some guidance;
kindness offered up by others.
We can make it lighter.