Dear LPG, 

I hope that everyone has (and has sometimes been) a ‘go to’ person.  As we get older it is perhaps more likely that you are the person that some of the younger members of your family or your friends, young or old, go to for a bit of advice when there is a dilemma looming up in their life.   

Sometimes they will confide in you about the problems that they are having but a lot of the time it is up to you to realise that they could do with a little of your help.  You can see the change in their personality or character when they come to visit and, depending on the level of intuition you have managed to attain over the years, it can well be the case that their anxieties can silently scream at you during one of those catch-up telephone calls that you share from time to time.

Perhaps we older people are better at spotting the anguish that the people around us are feeling because we have had so many more opportunities to experience it ourselves.  

My poem today aims to give a flavour of what those times can be like…

                                                  I AM HURTING TOO

You fret, you weep, you sigh, you moan –                                                               
you wonder about your life and your future                                                                                  
You pine away, you fast and pray yet forget the cross is yours to bear.

You rant and raged that from an early age                                                               
you’ve been picked on by your fellow men,
you’ve talked about your fears and woes.                                                                              
How you’ve suffered nobody knows.                                                                                      

How you came into this world just by chance.                                                                              
You talk of your heartache and show scars.                                                                         
How others treat you with disdain and say ‘wish so and so would get lost somewhere’.

Some people seem to act this way simply because they’re in deep grief.                                  

They do get anxious and withdraw themselves, and for some reason they’ve got their trials to bear because just like you; they are hurting too.  

© 2015  By Beverly Gooden – Wilson.