Guest guest Posted March 27, 2006 Report Share Posted March 27, 2006 Last week my daughter was in one of her bad moods. Everyone who lives by me could hear her screaming at me. We live in the country so no one lives real close to us. I sat and cried and through God why did I become a Mom. I felt like I could just walk out the door and stay away for a long time just to be free. Of course I would never do that. A few days later I ran across this poem. I Need Some Help. God, I need some outside help tonight.I want so much to be free,But I don't feel free. I know it all in my head that you life is living in me,that my life is a miracle, But in my heart It seems as if life is pressing in on me And squeezing me, Until I feel empty and limp. Free... What can that word mean.When my life belongs to so many other people, When I get squezed between the generation gap. and the tax bill,And I want to walk out of the door and keep on walking and never stop.. Then what does it mean to be free? God, I need some help outside myself tonight. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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