ITS OKAY TO BE SAD by Ian Ackley of the Save Association

I’ve got holes in my underwear,

and in my socks too,

t-shirts deodorant stained,

and the soles of my shoes worn through.

 

That’s totally fine though,

Because no one can see,

Under my jumper and jeans,

And see what’s beneath.

 

The discomfort and embarrassment,

That’s invariably me,

As long as I smile, engage and distract,

All will be fine, well that’s what I keep telling myself.

 

But as time passes by,

Jumper, jeans become threadbare,

Revealing beneath,

what I’m embarrassed to share.

 

I desperately need,

some help and support,

To help to replace,

The things I cannot afford.

 

Before the jeans and the jumper have holes in them too,

Leaving me exposed to the underlying truth,

I’ve been falling apart bit by bit,

Unravelling slowly stich by stich.

 

Feeling useless, ashamed,

dishevelled and small,

Is humiliating and painful,

leaving no feelings at all.

 

If I allow myself,

to accept helping hands,

It might not feel,

as if I’m standing in sand.

 

Believe that I’m worth it,

And step slowly on ground,

That holds my weight firmly,

So I can take stock, look around.

 

I can peel away,

The old tattered rags,

I’ll be exposing myself but in part I’ll be glad,

As I NOW know its ok to be sad.

 

One sock at a time,

Ill repair or replace,

And over time,

I’ll shed the disgrace.

 

Until once again,

I can stand tall and true,

Knowing there are no holes,

In the soles of my shoes.

 

But from now on I WILL look,

Observe and keep watch,

To prevent holes from appearing,

In my pants and my socks.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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