I Am Here Poem by Spanner Thegob

'Be not judgmental of yourself. You are becoming a butterfly. It is not only the destination, but also the journey itself, that is beautiful. We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through'..borrowed from Google

Title: I Am Here

Even kings need to be carried,
The bruised and broken should not be harried,
Come the time to seek support,
Don't be shy to make report,
Someone asks you for an ear,
Tell them,
yes,
I am here.

Leave your darkness, seek the light
And From your Sorrow of the night
Even though you be at loss
Turn away from polluted thoughts,
Should you find you need an ear,
I tell you,
Yes,
I am here!

When agitated youth is spent,
With little joy and much lament,
Look back to those antsy fears,
Over lost forgotten years,
Someone asks you for an ear,
Tell them,
Yes,
I am here!

Or sit, in a silent way
name those doubts another day,
As the mind tricks, gets old and numb,
Think you are old (or young) smart (or dumb)
Give yourself an aged ear,
Let them know,
YES!
I'M STILL HERE!