Thursday, 18 April 2013

One step at a time #NaPoWriMoDayEighteen

I know it hurts
That nothing really helps
You're low
Lower than that

I know it stinks
Hope seems so far away
No option
Everything limited

But don't give up
Keep holding onto hope
No fear
You'll find a way

Take it slowly
Just one day at a time
No rush
I'll walk with you

I know it hurts
That nothing helps today
Tomorrow
Has spring in bud

You can do it
I promise you, you can
One step
One at a time

8 comments:

Margaret said...

It is SO hard to wait... to trust in time. "Spring in bud" I like that analogy.

Kay L. Davies said...

That's really the only way, isn't it? One step, one day, at a time.
K

hedgewitch said...

Good advice.

Susie Clevenger said...

Great wisdom and how great to know you would walk right beside he or she to cheer them on. Thanks for the encouragement and taking part in the challenge!

Ellecee said...

Such good advice, one day, one step at a time. We do get impatient and want everything to change now. I like your line "I'll walk with you",,,sometimes that's all we need.

Sharp Little Pencil said...

Emma, as an Al-Anon alum, I recognized the seeds of addiction or mental illness in here. It's true, it works, the Serenity prayer.

People think that addicts are weak, but they are among the strongest personalities I know. I fooled around with enough stuff to know I should stay away from it, but I didn't have that gene of addiction.

We said "one day at a time" in the "Bin" too - I taught the prayer to those who didn't know it. Your poem struck me hard. Nice to knwo there are folks like you who understand! Thanks, Amy

Sharp Little Pencil said...

Emma, as an Al-Anon alum, I recognized the seeds of addiction or mental illness in here. It's true, it works, the Serenity prayer.

People think that addicts are weak, but they are among the strongest personalities I know. I fooled around with enough stuff to know I should stay away from it, but I didn't have that gene of addiction.

We said "one day at a time" in the "Bin" too - I taught the prayer to those who didn't know it. Your poem struck me hard. Nice to knwo there are folks like you who understand! Thanks, Amy

Janine Bollée said...

It sounds like when you teach a little one to walk: you stand with arms welcoming wide and slowly the little persons come closer and closer, to be folded in your arms.