By proxy
The pain I feel is not my own
least the pain that hurts the most
For it belongs to another
and it hurts more with every post
I see his pain in black and white
and feel it in my soul
Not allowed to help him through it
denied his hand to hold
And while I'm sat here hurting
searching for what to say
I would gladly triple what I feel
if it took his pain away
kath
Your generous spirit shines in every line of this heartfelt write. If he has any idea what's good for him he'll come running into your arms Annie. :) xxx
Your generous spirit shines in every line of this heartfelt write. If he has any idea what's good for him he'll come running into your arms Annie. :) xxx
I've written similar sentiments before, how feeling another's pain doesn't necessarily lessen their pain but might even double it. I'm curious about your lines stating you're "not allowed to help him through it, denied his hand to hold"... Who could ever prevent someone from extending themself in friendship to someone they care about who is visibly suffering and needing support? This is a compassionate poem showing us the depth of your caring nature......Nadine