Friday, July 31, 2015

Closing Doors

by Cheryl Merrick

With hope I kept my door open,

trying to comfort, teach, and love
those who were weak and in pain.

With an empathetic heart I listened

and sometimes cried with them.
I longed to help them.

When the years passed

and my health began to fail,
I took a look around my room.

I saw the same faces returning

over and over again,
with the same problems.

Realizing I had not been helping

them to grow and accept responsibility,
but had merely been an enabler, 
I sadly closed the door. 

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