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Helping HandIt's been a year nowSince you came into my life, Held me close, And then moved on. "Press your luck", you said. I did, And I never regretted a bit of it. While joined with you I could be myself. I kept no secrets from you. You saw my explosive joy, And my deep and subtle depression. While joined with you I could look at myself And begin to get over My secret fears And mountains of self-doubt. It's been a year now. And I still think about you All the time. I'm probably obsessed. But bit by bit. I remember the helping hand You gave me. Gradually I am learning How to steady myself without it. You gave me support Of a kind That nobody else, Not even I, Ever had. Without your helping hand I am often blindsided By habits of self-doubt. So I'm using my obsession And my idealized sense of you In the service of building Some long lost self-esteem. Helping hand... |
| 24 August 2000 | |
| by Bill Cattey | |
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