~somewhere Between Wedded Bliss Street And Family Man Drive~ Poem by Mary Nagy

~somewhere Between Wedded Bliss Street And Family Man Drive~



Don't fear me.
My problems are
not contagious.
Years ago I was
like you.
My home was beautiful.
My family was everything.
Somewhere between
Wedded Bliss Street
and Family Man Drive
I took a wrong turn.

It's not as easy as you think
to turn back around.
'Just get a job! '
is as simple as
answering the 'Meaning of life'.
An address is needed for a job...
yet a job is needed for an address.
Without one or the other
where is the hope?

You think I look
frightening.
Maybe if you actually saw me
you would see that
I look
frightened.

I don't want a handout
but I'm in no position
to refuse it.
I need your help,
your compassion,
your faith,
and your friendship.

I can get myself going
in the right direction again.
All I need is a little help
while I round the corner.
Then watch me fly.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM

Mary, Once again you capture the essense of a complex social condition in which you are 'damned if you do and damned if you don't.' Being a divorcee can create a nasty and frequently false stigma, especially if your former partner has a silver tongue and the popularity factor on their side! Well done! Valerie Serendipity Anderson from Sarge Street Studios

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Will Barber 31 May 2006

Besides being well-written, this poem is also a sensitive and compassionate perception of the dilemmas faced by those who have - so to speak - fallen off the edge of their lives. It's very hard to 'pull yourself up by your bootstraps' when you have none. Absolute 10 for this one, Mary. Nice title, too.

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Dee Daffodil 31 May 2006

Mary...Very interesting perspective on this one! Nicely done...once again...compassion beams. Hugs, Dee

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