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help me?
And you asked me,
As tears streamed down my face
"Is there anything I can do to help?"
I screamed a silent answer
That you couldn't hear
Your voice reached out a hand
That only my soul
Could grasp it held tight
To the hand which was "doing to help"
Just by asking
It mattered, you cared
The storm broke,
Freeing a torrent of tortured thoughts,
You listened. You held me in your mind
While it rained, poured, then slowed to a drizzle
It became fresh, cool and light
"Is there anything I can do to help?"
You were beautiful
And I smiled an invisible smile
That you couldn't see.
Love Thing
Saw you there tonight
All three
Holding him to you
While in agony
He screamed
"Believe in me! Believe in me!..... Lost it, it was.
Lost it, Lost it.."
While he clung desperately to your neck/his life
Ears unhearing, but you three talked to him
And held him close
The energy, the intensity of your concern
He couldn't hear or see, but surely it must have
Touched the bottom of his mind, just as your hand
On his forehead showed you'd have given him
Yourself
If that could make him know.
(the above piece was written when I was an RN in a university hospital - the one reached out to was typical of one in with a drug overdose)
(C) Marijo Phelps all rights reserved. Use with with proper credits.
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