by Cheryl Merrick
My heart breaks,
longing for close relationships
that can never be.
Day after day,
I tried to offer them love and support,
but all they could see was manipulation.
A gift freely given was seen as an attempt
to grasp control of their life,
or as unconditional surrender to their will.
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.
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.
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