Helping

Its simple to ask for help
Yet, the help I need is not what I get
The help I get put me in a prison
A prison that kills me slow

The question now is; will I be helped
To follow my dream to the happiness I seek
The dream that brings peace to my mind
The peace that seeps pleasantly to my soul

I sought help in the best way I knew
I am locked out from the rainbow
I am floating around and peeking into the rainbow
Hope is dying within

We now acknowledge us into freedom
Yet, we are a bit confused as how to evolve
Is there anyone who could help
To fasten the process of evolution

We are who we are, we like what we do
I like us, me like us, so we do
She is the one or could it be he
We are happy with the progress by us

NB- the above poem was written (16/11/2011) while I was in the hospital. It was a very difficult time and the situation was sad. Are all public hospitals the same. Sharing some of my thoughts, feelings and concerns at the time I was restrained in the hospital

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