It's hard to really admit,
When life is getting rough,
To reach out for help,
Will people think I'm not tough?
To let my own weakness show,
And show my true self.
To let someone see inside,
To come down off the shelf.
It becomes a battle of wills,
My own against what's right.
I think needing is a reflection,
And shows I'm weak with fright.
But when the guard comes down,
I let someone help my mess,
If I ignore the instinct,
And stand against feeling worthless.
Suddenly I find myself,
Not only with the stresses relieved.
But the things I learn,
I gain rewards I'd not have believed!
I'm not sure that I'll ever enjoy,
The act of showing my heart.
But I'm learning that I grow,
That stopping may require help to restart.
It's not a character flaw,
To accept another's hand.
It's a show of strength and smart,
To let them pull me out of the sand!
verry good ,i have about 20 religious poems most not posted
as of yet,but ime working on it
Ron
ron parrish