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30-07-2014 10:41 PM
30-07-2014 10:41 PM
Poems to share
Common Ground
If you have the eyes to see
Through black and white
Past this mask I must wear
Into many shades of grey
Perhaps you may recognise
That you and I
Have so much in common –
Commonly known as humanity
© August 2013
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31-07-2014 07:24 PM
31-07-2014 07:24 PM
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05-08-2014 10:07 PM
05-08-2014 10:07 PM
Re: Poems to share
Another one, which I wrote at a time when I was terrified of having a complete breakdown and ending up in hospital. I think others might relate to it, even if you don't have kids - just take out the "family" bits.
The Client’s Experience
I lay my family’s plight out before you
I feel vulnerable and exposed
I don’t like asking for help but I must
I wait with hope...
You speak
Your judgment yawns wide and cavernous
Our needs vanish from sight, swallowed whole
Drowned in the clamour of misunderstanding
I try to walk on anyway
Feeling angry and despairing
I lay my family’s plight out before you
I feel vulnerable and exposed
I don’t like asking for help but I must
I wait with hope and trepidation...
You speak
Your forms do not have boxes which fit my family
Our needs are not quite right
Asking too little / too much, being too sick / too well
I try to walk on anyway
Feeling somehow / everyhow a misfit
I lay my family’s plight out before you
I feel vulnerable and exposed
I don’t like asking for help but I must
I wait with little hope and much trepidation...
You speak
Your platitudes rain down from oblivion
Our needs unheard cannot be met
Being offered excruciatingly unhelpful help
I try to walk on anyway
Feeling completely unseen
I lay my family’s plight out before you
I feel vulnerable and exposed
I don’t like asking for help but I must
I wait with trepidation...
You speak
Your offer of imperfect help says you “get it”
Our needs are somewhat met
Offered real help after so much searching
I can walk on with some dignity
Feeling relief and gratitude
Maybe I can manage, next time
Maybe I can help someone else, next time
Maybe if you hadn’t helped there would be … no next time
Kristin © February 2012
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06-08-2014 05:44 PM
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