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Mildred Worrell Poem
Maybe your prayer could give him
A reason for living
Maybe your prayer could stop
The thief from stealing
Maybe your prayer could encourage
The addict to put down the crack
Maybe your prayer could of hindered
The 9/11 attack
Maybe your prayer could stop
The teenager from running wild
Maybe your prayer could help her
To deal with the lost of her child
But how would you know if you never pray?
You would never know how it could affect
Yesterday or today
Copyright © Mildred Worrell | Year Posted 2011
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Mildred Worrell Poem
R emenicing about you reminds us how much
O ver the years we have missed your touch
B eing together with family during special events just isn't the same
E veryone remembers the day, the pain
R ight is rigt and wrong is wrong; what did you do?
T he situation should not have ended that way, no not with you
W hen we reflect on May 23
E veryone feels a pain that their heart's won't let free
M inutes quickly turned into hours, somehow the hours to many years
I nside the disbelief turned into sadness, somehow the sadness to many tears
S ometimes with time people grow apart
S urely that hasn't happened with you, you will always be in our heart
Y ou left us with precous memories we will always hold on to
O ur thoughts of you are many, not just a few
U have gone away, yes this is true. This poem is just to say:
Robert We Miss You
Copyright © Mildred Worrell | Year Posted 2011
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Mildred Worrell Poem
Your face no longer illuminates the room
Now it just fills it with darkness and gloom
Your thoughts and sweet words used to brighten my day
Now they make me wish that you would just go away
Those who didn't know you before would never believe
The way you made people's heart soar and encouraged them to achieve
I think about the good old days, I sit and reminisce
It's hard for me to adjust to the change, to see you go through this
I woke up one day to a completely different person
I'm hoping this is temporary but everyday it worsens
It crushes my soul to see you this way
With a heart unresponsive, hardened as clay
It's hard for me to keep up with your mood swings
And not feel hurt when you say cruel things
I'm not the only one you've hurt, also others who love you deeply
I wish you could see your worth, I find it hard to believe this new person is me
Perhaps I'm going through this because I need to learn a lesson
But what a cruel teacher you are- professor depression
Copyright © Mildred Worrell | Year Posted 2011
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Mildred Worrell Poem
My Heart Is
Stained and the color is pain
My Heart Is
Shattered and to you it never mattered
My Heart Is
Searching and it never discovers
My Heart Is
Aching and it never recovers
Copyright © Mildred Worrell | Year Posted 2011
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Mildred Worrell Poem
Sugar without sweet
Sun without heat
That's what life
Has proved to be
A painting thats not done
A battle thats not won
So much left to do
Under the sun
A gloomy cloud rains down
Making it imposible
For the sun to be found
I want no parts of it
I now retire
I lay down
Close my eyes
And happily I expire
Copyright © Mildred Worrell | Year Posted 2009
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Mildred Worrell Poem
It's me you pursue
I don't know what to do
You can't be controlled
I won't be consoled
I'm dizzy and confused
I feel hurt and abused
I've asked you to go away
But it seems your here to stay
Your inside of me
I can't set you free
I'm feeling lost & I'm scared
My judgement is impaired
My heart is racing
Back and forth I'm pacing
You may find this hard to believe
But it's getting hard to breathe
When I say no you remind me your master
When I run you run even faster
What can I say?
I can't break away.
As I look in the mirror at my reflection
I see a person defeated with no protection
You took over my life with such aggression
The world gives you a name- bipolar depression
There's one way out but I'm not sure I'm ready
I hold this gun with a hand so steady
I put my hand on the trigger and slowly start to press
I really regret the day I ever got depressed
Copyright © Mildred Worrell | Year Posted 2017
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Mildred Worrell Poem
I spread my wings and fly away
To a place not far, a place not near
A place we all know, a place without fear
I close my eyes and away I fly
To a place not low, a place not high
A place we all know, a place where no one cry
I exhale and fly away
To a place with no trap, a place of release
A place we all know, a place that offers me peace
For the final time away I fly
To a place that may be final, I have no way of knowing
A place we all know, forgive me for going
Copyright © Mildred Worrell | Year Posted 2011
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