All I can do is stand with someone's pain
The awkward heavy silence, droopy eyes slain
The rambling, the horror of all the rights done wrong
A voice crying out JUSTICE like an endless blues song
The thin ice mask worn, makes me feel slightly cold
A mechanical smile, a hopeful laugh over distance be told
I too am frozen, mind racing , heart beating - what can I do
Is it my care or my own dear fear , too difficult and unpleasant to chew
My day might be ruined running amok with these thoughts and feelings
I am busy myself, driving my road, it's best for everyone to find the fastest healing
Comfort and joy, food and pushed love a cracker jack box of tender pressurized treasures
Aimed like a sniper , locked on target - push push push and deploy the countermeasures
Triumph is found, conversation resumed - the flow of life returned in sunny union
On with my day, and you on with yours , a brief challenge with successful conclusion
Surged with energy, dopamine pumping, neurons firing, back to where I belong
I am proud, satisfied having dared to care, to open up and share to correct the wrong
In the dark of night, lying in my bed, pajamas, pine tree branches swaying
I look out at the moon, feel its swoon and start to feel my soul praying
Crisp clarity comes swiftly, like a -40C day where nothing moves, all is frozen, stopped in their tracks
The silence goes eeire as I sense an impending hand coming down like an axe
I feel the pain in the morning, the movie rewinded, the scene flowing in perfect replication
Frame by frame motion, scene by scene potion yet the spell is obviously broken
My satisfaction, my triumph, my elation of the day
was not for his pain but for mine and how I kept it away
My intention, my resolve, my movement was mine it did not hold his fear
Instead it protected, boarded up my own so I wouldn't have to shed a tear
This love is confusing, without a doubt, I wish, he didn't have to feel this pain
My Beingness retracted, my survival then acted removing the right side of my brain
Guilt slips in under the door, my heart increasingly alive and aware
My brain catches up, sees "this help" and realizes it was "my notion" of fair
I wasn't thinking or acting in reality with him with HIS pain in mind
I had hijacked the situation, a brutal castration, instantly becoming blind
Warm saddness melts me, heart icicles sting, I feel cold, very cold inside
His face comes to me, his bright eyes let me see and NOW real love opens wide
Any attempt to change, to move, to deflect or defend his pain is without reason
I can only befriend him, this may help to mend him if and only if it is the season
I can do nothing in action, not a tiny fraction, to alleviate or integrate his pain
Its source and its course, unknown, but a force like the falling cleansing rain
A hug or a hand, a smile or a stand, all may bring comfort and relief
To stand in his pain, not let it wain, and BE a friend rather than a thief