A Plea Poem by GHOST WRITER
A Plea
Time to let go
Time to move on
Time to smile again
Time to have fun
The hour to escape
To find who is me
The day to move on
To be who I want to be
If only you’ld let go
Let me move on
Let go of my heart
And let me be gone
Sometimes pleas fall on deaf ears, sometimes we don't actually want them to be heard, sometimes we HAVE to make them to stop our own misery. Whichever this is I hope you find some respite from that which is causing you pain.... HG: -) xx
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5/2/2024 7:55:00 AM # 1.0.0.1119
There's nothing worse than feeling trapped. Somehow we manage to get by...switch focus...avoid the other person...act out in hopes of being seen by the captor...affair...appeal...appease...approach...appall...whatever it takes...we do what we must...to get by... I hope you find your way of coping, and may that way enrich your life...: -) Hugs, Dee