RedRavenPoems

Once I would help without fail

 The need was great, even if it was hell.

But I’ve learned since then it was wrong of me

It was a choice,  the wrong one I see.

I put myself into a bind

Thanks to a dreadful state of mind.

Always wanted someone near

My sorrow kept hidden, never to hear.

It was not a need I realize now

But a fear that control the why, the how.

And left me empty, alone to howl.

Afraid of being alone

Afraid of having no home.

Of being cast out to roam

Simply let go.

It was painful

It was rough

Beyond belief, and I had enough.

It was far too much I see that now

And the change at last must be made.

For my mind began to rave

And towards the  real freedom I finally craved

So now I cut back.

No more do I help.

No more my heart upon the shelf.

Am I alone? Yes I am.

But that’s all right in the end.

The games over. Time for the plans to begin.