Wednesday, August 11, 2010


What can I say
Without making it sound like pity?

Your eyes are filled with anguish,
Puffy from tears shed all night.

If only I could
Cuddle you in my arms,
Soothe your pain.

Alas, this is your wilderness.
Your experience.
You can brave this.

Be a David.
Your smooth pebble?
Let it be me.