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They would have gladly helped.
If he had let them.
If only he had found
The key
To what his dreams
Put forth.
If only he had known
How to identify
What were so many
Opened doors.
Instead, they watched,
Helplessly muted
To his ears,
As he fumbled,
Lost,
Amidst a maze of what
Were to him
Opaque,
Endless,
Walls.
Their lifelines loose,
Adrift
In the current
Of his
Half-formed
Words.
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Nothing worse than not being able to help someone who is adrift and needs it but does not know how to ask, either…
Well done, Miss.
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Thank you, my friend! It is very hard to witness misery and be unable to help (or be met with an inability or unwillingness to accept or the misunderstanding of the possibility of aid). xx
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Yes, it is. It is especially difficult when it is a close member of your family… xoxo
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Indeed! And I am sure all too many can relate. xx
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For sure! xo
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XOXO
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Hopefully, there will come a point when he reaches out to those who yearn to help him.
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Amen to that! Some need to find a floor (i.e. hit bottom) before they have some footing to get help. Others may be caught mid-wave and helped aboard …
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So hard – but beautifully written ❤
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Thank you! Glad you liked! And …. yes, it can be such a difficult reality all around!
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Very moving.
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome
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Such a real and deeply frightening poem, Na’ama. When love is not enough. It’s so sad. So real.
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Thank you, Bill! I figure it is all too real for all too many. Part of the human condition, perhaps, of how sometimes despair in of itself closing doors to help.
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Real life.
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Yes, all too often.
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