Save Me

Save Me

Did you know
That I am crying out,
In every word I write,
For you to save me?

Did you know
That I foolishly believe
Really, in my heart of hearts,
That it could happen,
Someone could actually hear
The cry of my heart
And come to help me,
That they would reach out their hand
And I would take it
And press it to my heart
With hot tears of thankfulness
And they would help me to rise
And set me free?

Did you know
That I know
The absolute absurdity
Of thinking that way,
Of thinking that anyone,
Anywhere, any here,
Would think twice,
Would stop to look,
Would really care
About me
And my desperate situation?

Did you know
That I hope and hope
And I write and write
Waiting and trying
And writing and hoping
To reach you
So that I could say
I have a true friend?

Did you know
I have fantasies
About you coming here
And hurting the one
Who hurts me
All the time?
Or that I have fantasies
Of bright skies
And windy, sandy beaches
Where blue lazy  waves
Roll up, and where
Nothing is wrong, or ugly,
Or is so scary that
I want to run?

Did you know
That I know
This whole line
Of thinking
Is ridiculous
And that I am worried
That I might lose you
When I don't even have you?

But
Did you know
That these hopeless,
Foolish little dreams
Are all
That I have?

Reviews

[h d e rushin]

Oh my!

I first heard a vehement calling from somewhere in my past but realize that
this poem wasn't specifically about me. But since I read it, and felt it,
and loved it, it was about me. The me that lives for the hand that won't be
pulled back at the last minute. The me that dreams in disguises.

I felt this poem in my soul. The itty-bitty soul I have left..
good work,
dana

[catofjade]

Um, did you realize that your comments are practically a poem in themselves, a poem begging to be written? Write it! "The me that dreams in disguises." Profound and perfect!

[zainul]

This is a wonderful write.
It has painted the imagination of a person for her savior.

[catofjade]

Beautifully said, thank you so much.

[zainul]

You are most welcome,beautiful heart!

[Mark]

There is much hope in these words,as they are words of hope. And wherever there is hope there is strength. The work here is revealing yet powerful. There is also great strength in being brave enough to reveal that which pains. Very powerful piece. Thank you for sharing it. It was a joy to read.

[catofjade]

Thank you for a positive perspective on this piece. You know, I sat up straighter when I read your comments, very empowering, thanks again.

[Pete Langley]

What do I say to you, sweet thing? You show how much we rely on other people for our happiness and equilibrium, but hope and action are our salvation. Desolation is related to inertia. You want to rise? Rise!!! Your God helps those who help themselves, remember? You are strong - look to your strengths, darling girl. One of them is your words. P

[catofjade]

"Desolation is related to inertia." That has to be a classic line. Your comments are always interestin', u know?? Thanks!

[Ufi Auttorri ~ Amy C. T..]

Of course you know that this is an incredibly desperate tone, don't you? The problem for a reader is to discern if art and reality have become blended into this canvas of words in such a way that they might act upon this plea for a Dudley Doright to come to the aid of L'll Nell that has been tied to the railroad tracks by the evil Snidely Whiplash. Do I call the mounties out and try to save poor Nell or do I think of wine & cheese in the gallery of despair and admire the canvas that keeps me guessing about the light that was used to render the reader dazed and confused as to the reality of the drama depicted in this scene? So, on a scale of one to ten - ten being absolute fantasy - where is this piece?

[catofjade]

It is a 1, meaning, total truth.

[Quattro Hall]

I liked this one it has a since of since confronting mortality.
in an all the view of someone trying to find them self. A+

[catofjade]

Thank you Quattro! I knew you would "get it".