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The Aftermath of Shrunk
Contributed by
justme03
on
Thursday, 15th December 2005 @ 09:00:17 AM in AEST
Topic:
StoryPoetry
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Its been one very long year,
but a better year than the ones before.
When you see me now, I no longer
try to prove my sanity.
I get help when I need it.
I give help when I see fit.
Turns out things changed for the better.
Like many silver clasps linked together,
my mind is closer to a perfect order.
I may never reach that state of ultimate
perfectness,
but now I am in a place where
I feel happiness.
I didnt have to kill myself
as I thought before would ease the pain.
All I had to do was get some help.
Now I can see and feel life once again.
***
I walked through that door.
The same one as before.
The room was still bland.
No personality.
But, now my reluctance was gone.
I walked a straight and direct path to the chair.
I sat before this man, this shrink,
transformed as
a new person for sure.
But, of course it took me much longer then a week.
It was difficult to get through all this.
Accepting the help. . .
Understanding my pain. . .
A mental journey so to speak.
I knew in the end of all this it would make me stronger.
I have the battle scars to prove my destiny
which at one time was disguised as my fate.
Now I sit here writing about my never-ending journey.
My failures, my triumphs, my guiding light and foreboding darkness.
I have nothing to lose, only knowledge to gain.
This is my testament to all you who
are fighting you own battles.
Whether they be mental, physical, whatever.
Go out there and fight.
If you need help do not be ashamed.
At one point everyone needs a helping hand.
This is my testament, my battle cry of triumph.
I leaned across the desk
and handed the man the paper.
He read it and smiled at me
and said, Thank you for letting me help you.
I smiled back and said, No, thank you for helping me.
And we left it at that, as I walked out the door
not for the last time, but
the last time Id leave unhappy.
As I walked out, these thoughts ran through my head:
What doesnt kill you will only make you stronger.
So fight! With all your might!
Give it all it takes and everything will turn out right!
When you feel alone, you never are.
Look in the sky to find that shining star,
disguised as a friend who will lead you right.
A helping hand is always there,
but not always in your sight.
Sometimes you have to search for awhile
but thats okay. It only gives you
something to do that takes your mind off the bad
as you search for that helping hand,
that shooting star
otherwise known as a friend.
~Kortnie~
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justme03
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2005-12-15 09:00:17]
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Re: The Aftermath of Shrunk
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by Former_Member on
Thursday, 15th December 2005 @ 01:34:46 PM AEST
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| *stands up out of my chair & gives you a stading ovation* AMAZING simply amazing...... you are an inspiration..... exposing so much in this poem & providing hope to those who feel the same way as you do.... 10/10 |
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Re: The Aftermath of Shrunk
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by Channing on
Friday, 16th December 2005 @ 07:12:29 PM AEST
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| Good write, better than the last Shrunk one! |
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