Asking for help

Today I made a choice
That changed a minute of my life
Made it splendid and resplendent
And miss the usual strife

I had poisonous fire inside
Burning everyone in my path
All the splinters inside him
Caught, as his own wrath

Wrath was no wrath in fact
It was his inability to feel
For his ego was not superior enough
If it couldn’t give me a deal

He tried to apologize it away
So the tears would come to a halt
Ease was better than the discomfort
Of opening the heart in the vault

I caught myself on time
And paused as the memory hit
Of something that occurred in me of late
And seeped in bit by bit

“I don’t want your sorry
Nor your advice for you to sell
Though I spew the fire on you
In me is first the hell

So set aside your need to ease
And sit with me and my hurt
Hold my arms or shoulders or face
We both but lose when we skirt”

He learnt to simply hold me
Without knowing what to feel
I melted in his arms and said
“It became a better deal”

Isn’t asking for help the hardest
When you don’t know what you want?
I had learnt to speak the need of the moment
And trust it became less of a daunt

Copyright 2021 Deepa N Swamy

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Entrepreneur, Family person, Nature lover, Seeker, Newbie Poet & Writer

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Deepa N Swamy

Entrepreneur, Family person, Nature lover, Seeker, Newbie Poet & Writer