HELPLESSNESS Helplessness . . . Helplessness . . . A feeling; a hazard in the profession of healing. Questions! Questions!

Screaming for answers never there. Crying in pain for relief so seldom there. Knowing I share your burdens does not lighten them. Hand in hand we walk in despair. I want to embrace you with soft warm insular furriness And my emollient self. I want to shield and protect your wounds, To sooth and desensitize your hurt. But, I know my arms are yet another burden to you, And no matter how closely I walk beside you, You walk in loneliness. Helplessness . . . Helplessness . . . A feeling; a hazard in the profession of friendship. Though I can't hide you from the pains of unfinished joys; Though I can't bring you the dulcet essence of the love you seek; Though I can't lighten the load you carry; Know, dear friend, no matter what, I am here. For whatever it is worth, I am here.

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