it was strange... to look within to leave behind a world where approval... was a drug needed to survive this path... this journey made some believe they were abandoned yet... it was the greatest act of love ever given
for the first time I accepted that your actions were not my responsibility it was painful... to realize I couldn't save you it wasn't done out of hate rather... as a means of survival ... mine...
who knows what tomorrow will bring the sun will rise and I'll see it in a new way our dependence on each other wasn't love it was an illness that stopped our growth and took us on a path that wasn't our destiny
-- Edited by Dave Harm on Saturday 11th of April 2009 09:30:49 PM
Vicky R said
Apr 13, 2009
Hi Dave,
thanks for that. It strikes me as a really great way to illustrate the programme! A poem to convey the kind of emotional work that we do,
Looking Within
it was strange... to look within
to leave behind a world
where approval... was a drug
needed to survive
this path... this journey
made some believe
they were abandoned
yet... it was the greatest
act of love ever given
for the first time
I accepted that your actions
were not my responsibility
it was painful... to realize
I couldn't save you
it wasn't done out of hate
rather... as a means of survival
... mine...
who knows what tomorrow will bring
the sun will rise
and I'll see it in a new way
our dependence on each other
wasn't love
it was an illness
that stopped our growth
and took us on a path
that wasn't our destiny
-- Edited by Dave Harm on Saturday 11th of April 2009 09:30:49 PM
Hi Dave,
thanks for that. It strikes me as a really great way to illustrate the programme!
A poem to convey the kind of emotional work that we do,
lloll Vickyr x