Feeling Dragged Down I'm trying to save someone from drowning, they're conscious too but they won't respond, they won't kick their legs, they won't thrash their arms. They just lay there and I'm drowning too. They sit down on the bicycle and I've explained how to turn the wheels by pumping the pedals. But they sit still and won't move their feet, they won't exert the energy required to veer down the road, they won't even try. They sit in a slump and cry about how they can't and how they're not good enough; watching them makes me question whether I can ride a bicycle myself. Sometimes all your efforts to change somebody are completely out of your control. They slip through your fingers, do things you don't want them to do, and lie to your face. How do you stop from degenerating in the shadow of someone who is hurting themselves? How do you turn the other cheek when you're a witness to their self hate? How do you get them to see reason and to make important changes. When do you know they're being real and when they're being fake. How do you teach the blind man to see, the limp man to walk, the villian to love? If they don't change, how do you go on, how do you hold your head up, how do you justify your efforts so that you can come out of the rubble saying "I did my best". How do you stand under the pressure of a silent hammer beating you to a pulp. Do you run from the monster, from the nightmares and the shadows? When do you let go, when do you say enough is enough. This is how I'm doing it. ... |
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