What do you say to a child in pain
when nothing can ease the burn,
the hole,
the enveloping wave
of darkness?
Words are not a chain
to fastly anchor
one's soul,
to cling, to save,
to harness.
Time is the only healing rain
to calm the churn,
make whole,
to fill the vase,
drown the sharpness.
And love. Mountains and oceans of love.
This is all I have to give.
My words are not enough.
5/15/14
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 9:20 AM UTC
What do you say to a child in pain
when nothing can ease the burn,
the hole,
the enveloping wave
of darkness?
Words are not a chain
to fastly anchor
one's soul,
to cling, to save,
to harness.
Time is the only healing rain
to calm the churn,
make whole,
to fill the vase,
drown the sharpness.
And love. Mountains and oceans of love.
This is all I have to give.
My words are not enough.
5/15/14
Maria,
Nothing I can say will ease your pain. You are loved.
