Pull Me Up
They pull me up
with a helping hand,
because I am caught here.
It’s a situation —
one that I just do not understand.
I shouldn’t need
the kindness of strangers,
or someone to point out the dangers.
But this situation —
well, it is well and truly mad,
and I can’t shake off
this constant feeling of feeling sad.
And all my dreams
shift and shuffle inside my head.
But those dreams —
they never pay bed and board.
And sadness —
well, sadness is so easily led.
As always, I just need a just cause.
I need the kind of well-being
that I can actually afford.
Pull me up.
Pull me up from danger.
Here I am,
thankful for the kindness of strangers.
James Garratt – Wednesday 8th January 2025
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Pull Me Up – Wednesday 8th January 2025 (Aged 49)
