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| | From:  venus_71 (Original Message) | Sent: 11/15/2004 10:23 PM |
Doormat
As a child I was told to be seen and not hear
Do as you are told
Do not argue
To express my anger was to be disobedient
And disrespectful to my elders
As an adult I cannot confront or show my anger
I have people walking all over me
I cannot say how I feel
A doormat is what I am
What I shall always be
Unless I can find a way
To confront my pass
And deal with my anger
I shall never be able to see a brighter tomorrow
I wait and pray that this day will be soon
When I can clear my attic
Put the pass behind me
And move forward
Into the brighter tomorrow
That I know I have the right too
But fear only stops me from stopping
To be a door mat
©Copyright Roucky Yerally
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Hi Venus, I can certainly relate to your poem. My middle name is 'sucker doormat.' I am practicing on how not to be one. Oh lordy it is a challenge. I am still working on it. One of the hardest things for me is to be my best own advocate. I make progress then 10 steps backwards. But little by little this small voice inside me (strong but quiet still) is being heard. Thanks Strings |
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beloved Strings.
I am glad my poem gives you strenth yes i know the struggle even when you think you have overcome it somethign happens in life that make you realsie yet again you have alolowed yourself to be this.
With love and blessing
Love Venus |
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VENUS, beloved , i told you this brilliantpoem would resonate , within so many hearts , it did mine, thank you for this great gift. love you myfriend Rusty |
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| I think it just about sums up all of us at one time, but not now, eh, girls? |
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((FAITH)) BELOVED , NO NOMORE DOORMATS, ....YET .... EVERY NOW AND AGAIN SOMETHING KNOCKS US DOWN AND WE SLIP BACK INTO OLD PATTERNS, THAT,S WHEN WE NEED THE  KICK UP THE BUM , LOL LOVE YOU , SIS
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Im with you on the now n then thing Rusty, every now n then we slip, its human nature, but i believe we all have the strength and the humility to ask each other for help.
And knowing there is always somone there to help, either by giving a kick up the backside, or just a sympathetic ear, makes the slipping bearable, or at the very least not so bad that we cant come back.
Sue |
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