savior

savior

there was never a choice.

you knew I would make things right.

that I would come

and scrape you off of this filthy floor

hold out the door.

I was some sort of savior to you.

the one who faked your

sobriety.

that your life was n`t just finishing off

more and more every day.

I was your savior.

for a glimpse of what could have been.

You made me something.

And I told you 

that you can walk

and that you don`t sound stupid when you talk

that you can be saved.

I`m sorry.

Reviews

[Elly]

Oh waw this was so deep so heartfelt , as if you've had to carry the weight of someone else. Very well written ,I loved it.

[Marie]

A heart rending write, Love. We can help others without supporting their addictions, but the only person who can help another is the person themselves. Change has to come from within that person and they have to be sincere in wanting to manifest that change. A finely penned, poignant poem which I thank you for sharing, Lov...

[lov]

thank you so much for your kind words. that is exactly what I wanted to catch, this pain wanting to save somebody so bad but just can`t.

[Marie]

Most welcome, Lov. Thank you for sharing...

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

this was a heart-achingly beautiful confession. people with good hearts want to help others and wish they could do more. the limitations of our ability to help is a bitter truth to swallow. we can't change others, we can only watch as they make more mistakes. this sentiment was captured stunningly, and the simple language creates the feeling of helplessness. a very moving drama.

[lov]

thank you for your kind words. we can only draw a line when watching somebody destroying themselves more and more to save ourselves. even if it means that we are pictured as the "bad" person.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

And only one can save him or herself...Someone can show us the way...but we have to take that road alone and change ourselves....we cannot fake that travel....it has to be real.
j.