Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Help Yourself

The situation gets desperate.
I lose hope.
Nothing matters anymore.
I can't get out.
I have to find a way to live with him.

I sit on the chair to meditate.
In the calmness of my mind, I whisper "Help me."

I hear a voice distinct in my heart whisper back
"Help Yourself."

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