What Can'T Be Seen Is Never Understood By Us
Some of us know
how to hide an indiscernible affliction well...
until it shows on the outside
and every secret is known;
I've met quite a few people
who cry and despair
when everybody else departs
and disappears into the obscure night.
Impaired individual learn skills
to cross the street
with the help of a dog;
others trust their walking cane
or ask for help only when
it seems too hard to do...
mentally afflicted people
should do the same.
What can't be seen
is never understood by us;
many are ashamed to reach out
or talk to someone,
who is able to alleviate
their desperation even with a touch.
Visit any Veteran's hospital
and see for yourself
how frustrated they are
not being able to care for themselves...
it's sad, it's heartbreaking,
and little we can do to help them.
What can't be seen
is never understood by us;
we need to observe
their moods and their frowns,
listen to their words
that reveal lots of emotions...
because all of these
lead to a very severe depression.
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2011
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