Tag Archives: Compassion

Lost Years

Stepping into a state of grace
Away from my mistakes
Committed under the weight
Of multiple heartbreaks.

Coming to terms with the pain I was in
Pain impossible to avoid
And as I start the path from pain
I rejoice in the fact, that in that pain I was not destroyed.

It feels like everything happened at once
Everything came in a bundle
Just as I was coming to terms with one
Another tragedy would leave me humbled.

When the foundations of my family
Were crumbling before my eyes
Every other bit of pain and tragedy
Lacerated this heart inside.

I watched some I love
Go through some unexpected horrors
Lost a couple of friends
And the pain of their lost tomorrows.

Lost a bit of myself
Or an image of who I thought I was
Some of it through pain
Some of it through sacrifice for a cause.

Lost the foolish concept
That I can do it all on my own
And have been forced to get more honest
With the pain of my own home.

The pain of my beginnings
The pain of who I am
It’s in pain that I’ve been living
But I can feel it beginning to leave this man.

I accept where it is I’m at
I accept from where it is I’ve come
And I take pride in the fact
Of a lot of what I have done and overcome.

Ain’t done it all that smoothly
But I ain’t done it all that bad
My heart and soul have taken one almighty bruising
Yet here I stand.

I let go of what I hoped might be
And I’ll focus on what can be done
I won’t dwell on lost opportunity
Only on the opportunities to come.

I can’t make others decisions
That’s a privilege for themselves
I’ll just get more focused on the life I’m living
And the responsibility to myself.

I let loose responsibility to others
And redirect that focus to me
I’ve given there what I can
Now I’m giving back to me.

I made it through as best I could
I survived the best way I knew how
So I won’t linger on thoughts of should
When I look at where I am now.

These were years full of loss
And I got a little lost in them
But their lessons were not lost
And out of boys that makes men.

I’ll emerge the stronger
And I’ll emerge the better
I’ll not put up with certain things longer
But I learned I can put up with a hell of a lot of pressure.

So out of years of loss
Years lost in pain
While not side stepping the cost
I can see growth all the same.

I take pride in who I am
Focus on what’s ahead
Things fall as they fall
So I’ll not linger on regret.

Regrets are for those
Who keep their feelings to themselves
Or who walk the path of comfort
When the right path leads through hell.

This life is just a journey
We must not fear its depths
For in that there is such learning
About this world and about ourselves.

I’ve rarely shied from pain
I’ve maybe just been a little slow to share it
Always thought it was my burden to claim
And that I had the strength to bare it.

That’s a part I’m changing
And it’s bringing others closer
As I become more open in my pain and my vulnerability
And a certain family role is over.

There ain’t no fairytales here
It’s just facing what you are
And a lot of people can’t do that
So they can only get so far.

I hold my hands up to my mistakes
But I have compassion for where I was
I was operating under a lot of weights
So I have compassion for my flaws.

I have huge compassion for others
Now it’s time for some for me
And it’s through the act of self-compassion
We really set ourselves free.

Stepping into a state of grace
Away from my mistakes
Committed under the weight
Of multiple heartbreaks.

These were years full of loss
And I got a little lost in them
But their lessons were not lost
And out of boys, that makes men.

© Daniel Breslin

Ration Compassion

Nowadays
We ration
Compassion
It’s all about fashion
And physical attraction
It ain’t what’s on the inside
It’s what’s on the out
If you’ve got that pretty face
No one cares what comes out your mouth
No one cares about your problems
We’ve got enough of our own
Just want that pretty face
To decorate the home
It’s all about
You see me?
On tv?
Really?
I look dreamy?
Want to be me?
That ain’t reality
Need some clarity
Buy some books
Stop giving crooks your charity
For looks, cheap hooks, vulgarity
Puppets for hilarity
Entertaining through superficiality
Weakening our mentality
It’s a Shakespearean tragedy
Echoed in every AD I see
What?
And miss our favourite soaps?
What would we do then?
We’d be sitting around like dopes
What happened to wit?
And creativity?
Go out and start living see
TV breeds negativity
It’s an advertisement delivery
Selling the chains of misery
In the guise of positivity
Buy this product and you can live like me
Feel like me
Be like me
You must be fucking kidding me?
Is this something that my kid will see?
And never know no differently?
You must be fucking shitting me.

I’m rubbishing
What magazines are publishing
Have everyone running around with lack of nourishment
Preventing them from flourishing
Starving themselves
In body and in mind
To look and live like someone else
A look and life they’ll never find
Cause they got inside their heads
In living rooms and beds
The safe place that we call home
Has an enemy that goes unknown
A shiny little box
Cuter than any fox
Whispering insecurities and fears
Into our children’s ears
Instead of teaching kids to grow
Media’s often teaching them they’re on show
Limiting what they know
TV is gospel that much we know
Reality TV is like 24hour news
They decide what’s real, in choosing what they use.
They’re used for dumbing down
And appear to have done the trick
As people would rather post their food
Or pictures of their pouting lips
Than develop real life views
On anything resembling real shit.

We ration on compassion
Cause they have us scared of it
For the way the world is acting
In globalised transactions
Some done through military action
A public with too much compassion
And enough knowledge to ration
Might just start fucking asking
What the fuck is happening?
Should we be taking action?
Take everything in passing
You can almost hear them laughing
Cause someone’s fucking cashing in
They’ve got us in distractions
But from our interaction
From just commentary action
On even an individuals post of passion
On humanities greatest ever connecting public platform
Where they might have their eyes and tracks on
But money ain’t yet got the map on
Creates an awareness, that might lead to action
By getting others asking
Is there something wrong with this?
Am I really fucking powerless?
Does my opinion not count for shit?
Or is this the way it always is?
Is there somehow we can fix the shit?
Or am I just a piece of shit?
Cause media’s beasts
Make us feast on it.
So get yourself some peace from it.
Read books, explore, release from it
Watch a film I mean the decent shit
They’re usually less advertised when releasing it
And that’s the fucking least of it.
Save your damn mind
Save your damned soul
Life is about how you spend your time
And our time is getting harder and harder to control.
They fill us with so much noise
We work so many hours in the day
People come home soul destroyed
Why would they then?
Send compassion
Anyone else’s way?

© Daniel Breslin