I wrote this poem in 2001 during a hospital admission. It very much highlights the hurt and despair I was feeling at the time of my admission, but then at the end describes my hope when I could see some light at the end of tunnel, as well as the fact that the recovery was coming from within myself.
Cry for help
I cry for help but nobody hears, can't go on much longer I'm running out of tears
Everyday is exactly the same, are we playing an awful game?
Why can't you help me? Why can't you reduce the pain?
I can't even remember anyone's name
Why am I like this? Help me somehow, take all my pain make it go away
Tell me you'll cure me by a certain day
Let me cry on your shoulder, hold out your hand
How can you help me? You don't understand!
I'll listen and take in all that you say, but please don't expect me to take hurt away
Losing my identity bit by bit, sinking further and further into the pit
Only halfway down, there is still a little hope
But why can't you help me? I cannot cope!
I'll help you discover your own hidden strength
We'll discuss all your problems and worries at length
It is you who is hurting, it is you who knows why
You have the answers to your questions, not I
I'll guide and advise you and support you right through
But it is you who has all the work to do
At times you will feel like you can't carry on
Life is too difficult and happiness gone
I'll praise and encourage and urge you along
Until you say "I don't need you because I am strong"
And when that day comes, you regain your health
Please do not thank me, you did it yourself
The Beautiful Space-