My words were never more
than just a whisper,
that only by good fortune
found your ear.
Across a world
of wind’s anticipation,
the deafening draw,
you heard me clear.
Everything I said
was to sustain you.
Syllables like meat and wine
imbued,
I thought I was saving you.
How long,
did my ego
steer me wrong?
How callous and contrived
that it was whispered words
you’d need.
Not the touch,
the heat
of confrontation.
Who was I to think
that I could give you what you need?
I just couldn’t stand
to watch you wither.
I just couldn’t stand
to hear you cry.
I know now
that these were my burdens;
each one separated,
claimed by this divide.
So if my words,
though whispered full
of good intentions,
cannot ease the pain
that ensnares you,
I will move Heaven
and Earth will humble too,
so I can stand beside you
and see life from your view.
I was so arrogant to think
that I could fix you.
I was a fool to think
I had just what you need.
So,
like a fool,
I will do what must be done
to be beside you;
not a friend,
but a belief.
HG – 2017
