Their Storms

Piece by piece
Storm by storm
Moment by moment

Their pain
suffering
and
wounded hearts

Break me
strangle me
and
cut off
my oxygen supply

My heart aches
My body is sore

Dropping to my knees
in prayer

It’s too much

Too many
are hurting

I can’t just hold
the umbrella
in their storm
or
keep their secrets

Band-Aids
Flowers
Chocolate
or balloons

Will not heal
their pain

I agonize over
How to help
How to support
How to love
How to fix it

And I can’t
but I want to

Because
I love them

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Photo Cred: Sean Pierce
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