Oh,
how can I help her?
Her pitiful cries
permeate my senses
and echo within' my walls.
She's there inside,
like a scared child,
who only wants to cling
to something...anything...
someone.
How can I rock away
her fears?
How do I comfort her anymore
when I feel as lost
as she?
Her pain is so present,
it exhausts me.
Rips me down
to a naked state
of vulnerability.
And I care not anymore,
who can see her
standing there,
out from her hiding place
of plain view.
She needs strong arms
to hold her up,
to quell her shaking fears
and soft hands
to smooth away the hurt.
Mine, I fear,
have not the strength
she needs,
the comfort she desires
to carry her through.
She's crying again-
and I know this,
for her tears
run down my face,
her sobs vibrate in my throat.
We are connected,
sharing in this,
the same misery
and despondence
and sorrow.
We are one,
she is me,
I am her
and she...
is crying again.