Photo by DESIGNECOLOGIST
The devastation was clear
I saw behind your mask
To the broken heart beneath
You knew how to keep going
And to do it over and over again
Yet you didn’t have a soft place to land, a hug to lean into
A soft there, there to catch your tears.
Well meaning others said kind words
But didn’t see the deeper need
I gathered you up, held you
And as your tears began to fall
I softly whispered there, there, sweet girl, there, there . . . over and over until the endless well emptied . . . for now.
