can you help the ones that cry (Prose from 3 words)

I have side stepped from my ‘evil’ persona for this.  3 words seems to be all the encouragement and inspiration that is required some days. These 3  tears, hope &  shoulder were given to me by summerstommy.com

Everybody hurts sometime
~ so the words are sung
to what breadth ~ the one who feels the pain
that cuts into their very breath is the one who truly knows
others (as the bystanders) only see the tears
or the sadness in their eyes that once held hope or joy
the forlorn look across their face, that once held smiles
and what they need is comforting the simplest hug
the kindest word to help alleviate their pain

and cuddles are the smallest things, yet the
happiness they bring ~ immeasurable, contact
with a friend whose strength will see them through
who can ask them how they are and really listen
not just nod as if they understand, when they
themselves confused; to give a little reassurance
that they will smile again and tears will melt away

and what they need is hope 
that what they feel right now will dissipate
that feelings of self worth or loss will lift
that they will have much brighter days
give them your shoulder for they won’t
bear too much weight, only what they carry
deep inside and the full extent of what they feel
won’t be enough to make you crumble…. only them

©jmtacken Sep 2013

 

Still interested in receiving 3 words, if anyone who hasn’t shared cares to do so.

inside (Prose – from 3 words)

Oh I have another 3 words kindly given to me by   summerstommy2  please go and visit and say hello.

Scurry, polite, anonymous – again I twitch nervously.

Feet step on terracotta leading to the entrance
my chiselled wooden door, solid structure that holds
my life within and holds the world outside
it’s where I have my secrets; where my life is mine
to write to my hearts content or scurry ‘cross the woollen rugs
a cushion held and twirl to orchestrated music in my head

and if by chance I’m anonymous in this world where I reside
I take that as a blessing in-between the minutes of routine
for I have the chance to dance like no-one’s watching
to shimmy down the catwalk of my hallway,  to pour a wine
and place my feet upon the table,  if these are things I choose to do

and in my chase to find myself I shall ask the universe
but be polite of course  to keep me whole , to keep me sane and
safe behind my heavy wooden door, that cuts out all I need
not know or need to care about, till I decide I need fresh air
and tread again
the terracotta steps

jmtacken Sept 2013

A little more SOC with this – as my muse didn’t want restrictions this evening.

**Please keep sending  your 3 words,  if you would like me to write something from your inspiration.

Leap – (Prose 3 words)

Leap, surprise, faith these 3 words are from http://www.sarahelizabethhill.com   Sorry for the delay in this one, it was more a challenge than I first thought.

Sarah  and my readers, I hope that you enjoy.

A surprise to learn my leap of faith
would be to tumble into your arms
against all better judgement; clearly I have none
however your embrace seems the most comforting

Why? because I know you, infinitesimal trust
your arms outstretched almost pleading
saying I’d be safe; cajoling with soft words
~ to simply cross that line

but I have been there once before ~ trusted
if memory serves me right; physical scars none
but you created reservations of who I was
and yet ~ I wish to fall again, perhaps in the hope
you’ve changed

so, you can walk me down this path again
convince me of no ridicule or seething taunts
but this time unbeknown to you
I bring a safety net ~ in case I accidentally fall

©JMTacken Sep 2103