I felt helpless when trying to support people who were feeling depressed and without a way into the life they once dreamt up. after one life moved to an invisible kingdom called heaven, i became obsessed. how can i help others? how can I truly support them? i'll start with myself. learning me, learning more, and being transparent. maybe honesty is the crave, authenticity the weight required for such a large task as this; loving the hopeless.
Even when she was alive, she was dead.
The liveliness she was known for disappeared and called her a ghost.
So fragile and afraid
Afraid that the good would overwhelm her too much
Afraid that what has been bad would keep chasing her
How could people help such fragility?
She cried for help and people rose
She cried again and people froze
She cried forgiveness and people doubted
She cried and cried and cried
and felt outed of the life she as a little girl, always wanted
The only one who could truly save her
Even when she was alive she was dead.
What could they have done instead?
if you don't quit, you win
there may come a time when you feel or have felt you had to stop caring so much. this person feels so much...and not enough love for themselves. maybe there is love and not enough pride and vision? So...you raise your boundaries higher and higher and they grow more alone and hopeless.
how do you help the helpless?
can you deny those in denial?
when is "too much" too much?
how do you hope admits hopelessness?
how do you have a vision when feeling blind?
how do you revive treasure from quicksand?
how do you carry boundaries and still love unconditionally?
keep praying. keep the door open. keep forgiving.
For the Fighter
for the lover and the fighter,
for the reader and the writer,
we are all the sum of our experiences
the final problem is only solved when we admit there is a problem to solve
continue to love
continue to fight
continue to learn
pray and do all you can
you have done you're best