There was a time I couldn't deal.
Your leaving wouldn't let me heal.
All along I struggled to learn.
Why was it, all my bridges would burn?
It took awhile for me to understand.
There never would be anyone always holding my hand.
I had to face me, my inner self alone.
There was no other way for me to get home.
As long as you stayed, I'd never really do.
I'd just keep on having you, show me through.
But this task you'd always fail.
It had to be me, for it to be real.
What felt like abandonment, was just your way.
Just like the mother bird, pushing her babies to fly away.
So no I'm not angry, or disappointed, or sad.
Instead, I'd like to say thank you.
For teaching me all that I had.
Author notes
Thank you Dr. David Seaquist. This is the end of my therapy. I've been going for so very long. I carried around so much hate, and confusion. Dr. Seaquist was the first therapist that I had, that showed me my power. This wasn't easy, and he even commented that I was a challenge. He did this, most of the time not getting paid, because health insurance will only pay a small amt. for mental health. I can't say that I'm all better, I don't think that all the scars will ever heal. Yet for the one time in my life I'm at peace. He's been waiting to retire, I do believe I was the only person he was still seeing. I will never forget him, this is just a simple poem of gratitude.
Please tell me what you think
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this poem...it really could inspire people to make their worse experiences from the past and learn them as one of the brighter things in life and yes, i am one of the people who is now inspired with this good piece. thanks for sharing this poem, i really love this
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Thanks,
It's just one of things that I needed to say. Sometimes when you least expect it, there it is, HOPE.
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eh. damnit. what is it with people being simplisticly right??????????????!!!!!!!!!! nerg. that sucks. NOT your poem. thats good. great even.
i think its my boyfriend.i could face my inner self alone. face all my shit. but why? i want 2 need him. i like running to his arms.
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Thanks,
It seemed all unfinished until I said it. Just something that I needed to say. I read your poem Hero, and thought how they come in all different forms, and usually not how one expects. Connie
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Wow, this is really good, uplifting too.
That sucks though that they don't pay much for mental health, since it's just as important as physical.
It's kind of a sad poem too though, but sweet.
To good health, mentally and physically,
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Thanks for reading.
I guess the end of anything is sad, and exciting at the same time.
It is a fact of life though, people really don't care as much about
mental health, or maybe it's not they don't care. I think it's easier to fix something that you can see, and understand with your own eyes. People are afraid to look really deep, accepting mental health problems means seeing how much we've all done in making them. Mind, body, and soul work together, but how do fix a broken soul, that can take over a lifetime, and most don't want to face that. Thanks again, Connie.
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Very sad, touching. Genuine expression with nice flow.
Nice work!
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Thanks,
for taking the time to read this one. Every sad ending is a new beginning. Connie
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After reading the authors comments, I had to go back and re-read the poem. It was very touching, and it's very obvious that this man means a lot to you. I can see how this wouldn't be easy for you, but the poem is very genuine and sweet. I wish you the best of luck!
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Thanks
Thanks for the wishes of good luck. He does, and always will mean a lot to me, and I will not forget him. Not everyone would do what he did, but more than we think. As he taught me, Why was it so hard to believe that someone really cared enough for me? That was a very hard thing for me to believe. After all if my own father couldn't, who really could? To this day if I had a crisis, and called him, he'd be there. I am worthy, and so now I live. Thanks again, Connie.
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