Don't fear me. <br />My problems are <br />not contagious. <br />Years ago I was <br />like you. <br />My home was beautiful. <br />My family was everything. <br />Somewhere between <br />Wedded Bliss Street <br />and Family Man Drive <br />I took a wrong turn. <br /> <br />It's not as easy as you think <br />to turn back around. <br />'Just get a job! ' <br />is as simple as <br />answering the 'Meaning of life'. <br />An address is needed for a job... <br />yet a job is needed for an address. <br />Without one or the other <br />where is the hope? <br /> <br />You think I look <br />frightening. <br />Maybe if you actually saw me <br />you would see that <br />I look <br />frightened. <br /> <br />I don't want a handout <br />but I'm in no position <br />to refuse it. <br />I need your help, <br />your compassion, <br />your faith, <br />and your friendship. <br /> <br />I can get myself going <br />in the right direction again. <br />All I need is a little help <br />while I round the corner. <br />Then watch me fly.<br /><br />Mary Nagy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/somewhere-between-wedded-bliss-street-and-family/
