To Ask for Help


The inside of your mind is torn

you ache for someone’s guidance

yet thrusted hand keeps them away

retained, a thunderous silence


Problems stem from holding back

and keeping troubles bound

The tigers growl, the gators snap

the lions, they surround


Isn’t is a comfort, though

to feel a warming hand

rest softly on your shoulder, stilled,

a yearn without demand?


To ask for help, there’s nothing wrong

seek others for direction

in grief or pain or lover’s quarrel

or self-imposed rejection


Why hold fast those troubled woes?

Let others help unleash

the honks of monsters, a demons fear,

a sorrow, then released


photo credit




Published by

Carolyn Dennis-Willingham

Carolyn is the author of two published books – No Hill for a Stepper, 2001, and The Last Bordello, 2016. Her third novel, The Moonshine Thicket, is set in 1928 and is currently enduring a professional edit. When not on her laptop, she serves as a lap top for her grandchildren. She is a retired Early Childhood Specialist, a fitness boxer, artist, and a ball thrower for her ever-persistent mini Aussie. In addition to her blogging website,, you may find her on Facebook and Twitter.

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