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NOT A HELP

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By T. LichtPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read

I don't help you, I hinder you

A crutch doesn't heal a broken tender

My hand you hold limits the life you can lead.

I'm not a help but a hinder.

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But still I piece the shards, hold you together.

I must, I tell myself, I can't watch you suffer.

but like a sand castle, every breeze makes you topple

my help, my pity has turned you into a cripple.

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So I let go, turn a blind eye to your pain

though inside I'm crying out, screaming

This is good, there's bitterness in rain

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You're going to be fine without me

You can do this on your own

I'm okay with you hating me

You have to build your own backbone

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I'm not waiting for the day that you'll thank me

That's not what this is for

This is the truest, kindest help I can give

This will last forever more.

heartbreak

About the Creator

T. Licht

I have a love for words and a love to share them.

Enjoy! and thank you for taking the time to read this and maybe if you want subscribe and buy my new poetry book Whispers at Twilight

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    Written by T. Licht