Don't fear me.
My problems are
not contagious.
Years ago I was
like you.
My home was beautiful.
My family was everything.
Somewhere between
Wedded Bliss Street
and Family Man Drive
I took a wrong turn.
It's not as easy as you think
to turn back around.
'Just get a job! '
is as simple as
answering the 'Meaning of life'.
An address is needed for a job...
yet a job is needed for an address.
Without one or the other
where is the hope?
You think I look
frightening.
Maybe if you actually saw me
you would see that
I look
frightened.
I don't want a handout
but I'm in no position
to refuse it.
I need your help,
your compassion,
your faith,
and your friendship.
I can get myself going
in the right direction again.
All I need is a little help
while I round the corner.
Then watch me fly.
Mary Nagy
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/somewhere-between-wedded-bliss-street-and-family/
