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Help Me, Help You
I want so badly to scream out to her
Shake her and tell her to run
Save her from a voluntary decent into hell
Be the savior that I lacked
But I can't
I can't rescue her from the fire that will reduce her hope and faith to a terrible heap of heartache and desolation
I can't even feel remorse for the agony that will wrack her body
Because I haven't healed my own soul
Ripped apart at the seams while wild oats were sown
So I will do what everyone else did as I burned
Sit on the bucket and watch
And pray that a phoenix rises from the ashes
Shake her and tell her to run
Save her from a voluntary decent into hell
Be the savior that I lacked
But I can't
I can't rescue her from the fire that will reduce her hope and faith to a terrible heap of heartache and desolation
I can't even feel remorse for the agony that will wrack her body
Because I haven't healed my own soul
Ripped apart at the seams while wild oats were sown
So I will do what everyone else did as I burned
Sit on the bucket and watch
And pray that a phoenix rises from the ashes
Published 19th Nov 2015
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19th Nov 2015 5:51am
...It would kill me to sit back and watch a brewing demise. Even when I'm wounded and in the midst of my own pain, my heart still fights to help others. But like the title suggest, you can't help someone who doesn't want the help. This was well written hun. I felt the anger and thick angst.
19th Nov 2015 1:15pm
Thank you Rain! Indeed, my nature is to help and do all I can to spare someone else from feeling anything remotely close to the anguish I have dealt with in my own life. I do pray that I have assumed the worst and that she is strong enough to walk away before any damage is done. Be it that I didn't, any advice I offer will just sound like another jaded cautionary tale...
19th Nov 2015 9:02am
This made me think of a poem I wrote last year. "A Chance in Hell" about wishing I could be a Guardian Angel. I think we all want to save the ones we love from themselves but in the end, they must make the choices right for them or crash and burn. Some rise up from the ashes, some fall further down when you thought there was nothing further down to fall to. You have expressed the dilemma well...
JJ
JJ
19th Nov 2015 1:18pm
Thank you JJ! I always look forward to and appreciate the insight and comments you offer... Thank you for taking the time to read!
20th Nov 2015 8:39am
Beautiful, if it were only so easy as to tell someone your experience
and they would make the right choice. Life has taught me that usually the person doesn't learn that lesson until they have lived it.
Most of the time we are left with the task of helping to pick up the pieces; to give loving support after the crash.
Keith
and they would make the right choice. Life has taught me that usually the person doesn't learn that lesson until they have lived it.
Most of the time we are left with the task of helping to pick up the pieces; to give loving support after the crash.
Keith
20th Nov 2015 8:37pm
Keith, you are absolutely right. I have been on the other side of this window too many times to know it's true... But I hope that her skin is thick and that she doesn't wear her heart on her sleeve like I do... Maybe she'll escape unscathed from the wolf in sheep's clothing...
