Please God!

 

It’s been a while since I posted a poem..  This one I wrote back in April last year.

 I had Organised a Birthday Party for the lady that I support and key-work .

I got up on the dance floor, and pulled people up out of their seats to get the party going. And managed to get all those with learning difficulties to their feet and dance, even though my own energies at the time were not what they should have been. I started to dance along to the music and do the twist!

 I remember we had a great time, especially the Lady whose birthday it was as it was her 50th..It was also a Joy to see her face as it was the very first time she had ever had a Birthday Cake..

This was a period when I was going through another flare up With FMS..

I  am happy to say since then I have much improved again, and I AM much Better.

Mind Over Matter!

But this was the poem I wrote that very night, As I was also on a duty sleep-in, with service users as they require 24/7 support.

 

 

 

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Let me Sleep.

Please God, Let me sleep, Let me sleep.

Take away the cramps from my calves and feet.

But for only half an hour did I dance on the floor,

Trying to smile, I did grimace some more.

My calves I thought fine, until in bed at midnight

When once a again the pain did strike

I shot out of bed, the air did turn blue,

And once again my thoughts turn to you.

‘Where is that cream that generates heat?’

I manage to find, and then apply to my feet.

I settle back down, the pain it is less,

Please God Help me, I’m trying my best.

Five minutes gone by, I let out a sigh

Then stretch out my legs, and let out a cry.

Returning ten-fold, both legs at the same time

Gritting my teeth, as I pen out this rhyme.

Please God and Raphael for good measure

Take it away, good health I do treasure.

I glance at the clock an hour passes by

My eyelids are heavy, why, why, why?

You would never think, a dance oh so small

Could wreak havoc on muscles that now feel so torn,

Fibromyalgia Syndrome F.M.S. for short.

Face, My, Sorrow.. Is my internal thought.

I think hard.. am I really that sad?

When All I wish is to make everyone glad.

But search I do delve and what do I find?

The bitter rejection from a Mother who was mine.

“No”… ‘I let all that go, I’m sure that I did!

“Are you certain?”.. ‘Then I’ll bet you five quid.

Could that be the reason , I get tied up in knots?

Lying here now, have I hit the spot?

But I forgave and moved on, twelve years it’s now been,

Ten silent years, and two since her passing.

I’m sure if you’re listening from high up above,

I never stopped loving you, I send you my love.

The hurt it went deep or why would I write?

As memories surface, of the bitterness fights,

So much work have I to do on myself,

If I am to restore, to give me pure health.

And let go of pain, that grips to my heart

So thank you dear God, together we’ll start

And now is a good day, to ‘Let Go’ again

My cramp has now eased, so I’ll put down my pen.

 

Dreamwalker

 

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8 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Polly
    Mar 08, 2009 @ 15:55:51

    My dear friend Dreamwalker ….what sorrow… we as humans inflict on our selves….your Mother was the one that lost out hun, because she never saw the beauty that i see ….you are such a dear friend to me ..hugs xxx

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  2. Mimiteh
    Mar 08, 2009 @ 17:07:32

    We carry much pain inside.. It is good that you let it out in your Poems Dreamwalker. I am pleased your health now improved.

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  3. Sheila
    Mar 08, 2009 @ 20:14:53

    This a very beautiful poem Dream but also very sad , take care dear friend xxx hugs Sheila

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  4. Kingfisher
    Mar 08, 2009 @ 21:46:10

    I so feel your pain Dreamwalker, I have a very deep understanding of this Illness , you are one brave Spirit xxx

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  5. Karie
    Mar 08, 2009 @ 22:09:53

    Your poem is so hauntingly beautiful. Isn\’t it amazing how writing can cleanse the soul?

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  6. Zeynep
    Mar 09, 2009 @ 02:35:09

    Hi Dreamwalker,Hope you didn\’t feel pain like that. The pain threshold of women is high more than men though. But to feel that much pain is really awful. Still to sublimate your feelings with art is great. Your poem is so touchy. Thanks for sharing.Glad you like the video. Have a nice day, love and peace, Zeynep xx.

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  7. Anjay
    Mar 12, 2009 @ 04:05:29

    I sat here with some tears as I readI felt the pain as your words surely have bledFamiliarity with content so deepDreamwalker this poem makes me weepYour a soul that is so pure and trueIts been a miracle to write to someone like youI want to give you something from meOnly words as words is what you seeBut tonight before I lay down to sleepYour words I will think of quite deep As Ill pray for your pains to be no moreBad tidings Ill sweep off your floorAnd wish for happiness to surround you ever moreThank you for sharing that with us.Love and Light my friend.. And yes I ve picked up that arrow " :-} " xxx

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  8. ECE
    Jun 17, 2009 @ 21:24:08

    Let me sleep…

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