I'm lost.
I'm at a loss for words
Pulled to the curb
Pull out a map
Tucked in the back.
It's covered.
In dust it lays
To its dismay,
Hiding away
It's smothered.
I needed help but refused it in the past.
They seemed lost too so I figured I wouldn't ask.
Like asking someone in a wheelchair to sign your cast.
But putting yourself out there might save you from a crash.
I unwrapped it.
Now remembering why it's there.
When my car broke down and was beyond repair.
I screamed at the sky THIS JUST ISN'T FAIR!
I had used the map to walk myself home.
Cold and alone no one to throw me a bone.
Stressing about my future that had now become unknown.
My life is now ruined!
What will I do without a car?
A man without transport is
like Russia with no czar.
Or a parrot without Jafar.
A stereo no guitar
Lion King with no Scar...
I got so worried I had almost walked too far.
I stopped in my tracks.
Home at last I said.
Threw the map in the back.
Time to hop in bed.
And now here I am.
Needing it once again.
But inscribed on the parchment,
Something written in pen.
I recognized the handwriting,
But not as my own.
The one who wrote this message
Used to live inside my home.
See she curled her L's like this,
And wrote her I's like that.
It felt so surreal
Almost thought she had come back.
But alas she was gone,
And no time soon coming home.
As she'd been dead for years
And now, I was alone.
For such a long time I had put on a mask,
So many times I just soloed the task.
See, I had loads of problems but I'd never ask,
That's like asking someone in a wheelchair to sign your cute little cast.
I struggled immensely,
But she suffered more.
Her bones were breaking,
I was probably just sore.
But now to that note.
Etched in blue pen.
I could barely get through it,
I pulled strength from within.
“Tim don't you ever!
Think to yourself,
I'm all alone in this problem,
There's no one else.
For your struggles are mine,
And my victories yours.
Use this map as your guidance
‘Till your path be restored.”
See she was my map,
My guide and my rock.
And when I'd be lost
She'd point where to walk.
But as time went on,
She needed a nurse.
See I had some problems,
But her’s seemed much worse.
I shut myself out and
Tried to hide my pain.
I had a level of composure
I needed to maintain.
But she died alone for
I didn't want her to see.
The pain that had boiled
Inside of me.
It's pretty ironic
And weird how maps work.
If you don't admit you're lost
You'll just stay deterred.
And the map won't fare well either,
Without your tender care.
It will mold and it
will crumble into thin air.
So please ask for help!
And be there for others.
If you are both hurting
Be there for another.
Do not hold your pain inside