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talking to myself

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Then they understand

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Treading is what people often do,

Just trying to keep the head above water,

Struggling to stay afloat

With no surcease in sight.

Often alone with no one to say a kind word

Or offer a helping hand.

They are all around us,

Passing our way on the street,

Our neighbors,

Even friends,

Yet often they are not seen

Since it is hidden away.

Their hearts heavy laden

With life’s burdens;

They are often experienced as a pest

To be avoided,

Since to truly see what is underneath

Would be too disturbing

So each is left alone,


Not knowing how to ask for help,

To let others in,

Until the day comes and fatigue overwhelms,

They sink beneath the waves.

All that is left is a slight ripple,

An absence quickly forgotten,

Perhaps relief that the disturbance is gone to bother no more,

Until the ones disturbed

Began to tread;

Then they understand and mourn.

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Thanks everyone for your comments. I don't mean to keep posting downers, but I often see people who seem so alone and isolated, with no way to help them. This was an expression of it.



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Yes and I can relate to you also :unsure: but :tu: the wheel turns and something better often come up :yes: , at least for awhile :wacko:



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