Here are some poems of mine.

A Bond of Trust

Stand By Me

Stand By Me

do you stand by me or do you stand by what about me you cried

Healing

A Drop of Love

Submerging

Sue In Side

He inflicted pain, I’d just had enough

And he said: "Son, this world is rough,

I couldn’t really take it; I’m not the right stuff

And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough,

Cry for help, there ain’t no help, I must be wrong

And I know I wouldn't be there to help ya along.

Bury it deep; put it inside; hide the feelings, just be shy

So I give ya that name and I said good-bye.

Didn’t have no one, but really did try

I knew you'd have to get tough or die,

And it’s the same though now your gone

And it's that name that helped to make you strong."

In my head, in my mind, Has always been sue in side

. . . I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you 'Sue'."

. . . Coz of you the sue in side really is just suicide

David Forrest June 2001 West Bridgford

Waiting

When

Every Day I Try So Hard

Every Day I Try So Hard

What is it that life can be so difficult; to live, to understand and be in?

What is it that living can be so rocky; to journey, to traverse, to travel?

Would you cross the desert without the hope of water the other side?

Would you traverse the mountains without the hope of reaching the other side?

I don't know that it is life, or living that is rocky or difficult,

maybe it is only part of what we each must journey through in living our life.

And hope? Our individual hope perhaps

is to seek what is beyond, further on, in our journey.

Our hope is in the lessening of the struggle, of the despair,

of the sapping of energy, of will, of comfort, rest and hope.

Perhaps when hope is low, is depressed in our spirit, is crushed out of our self,

then is the moment to be held and to be supported?

In this place accepting help, accepting that there is a hand to hold you,

To give strength, And meaning, and purpose, and faith in self and in life.

Yet to reach out is itself so difficult from this place;

To take, or let, that hand hold you is too much. What then?

Then trust, a belief, of a possibility

Made more possible in that hand held out,

Not removed, not going away

I need you to notice, to see me here,

Ready,

Waiting, willing, to step in, and step with you.

Ready,

To journey with you through the desolation despair and depression.

I would breath for you, I would live life for you;

And I must not do this for you

I would capture the moon for you; I would walk on oceans for you;

And these I am not able to do for you

Your worth is greater than the moon and deeper than the oceans.

I would hold on to you, I would not let go of you, I would be here for you

These I can, and do, do for you

David Forrest Lichfield October 2007

Opening Door

Struggling out of the wilderness

Searching for that path, lost in the undergrowth,

Sunk under the sands of time.

Reaching out for that doorway,

Hidden in a wall of pain,

Locked against that simple shrug.

Pushing onwards, feet forcing forward,

Resilient in keeping moving, moving powerfully,

Yet evoking that sense of being powerless.

Hand outstretched, asking;

Grasped and held, tight, not alone.

In tandem, helping, seeking, seeing.

Together to unravel what is between,

Permission to falter, to change, to be different.

Your hand, your mind, your spirit, your door.

©  David Forrest  July 2005  Sherwood Rise