Come

Come here and take my hand

Even though I am openly weeping

And my heart is heavy with sadness

There is a place where we can

Find the gift bestowed by safe keeping

Openness and tenderness to the process

Even when it feels uncomfortable

How tempting it is

When others rage or wail

To think this kind of behaviour

Is just a little beyond the pail

And even if the person is still

So caught up in illusions

Wouldn’t it be best

Just to meet them in the mess

Knowing some trauma can take a lifetime

To sort out

And that rejection of the one

Who openly suffers will only lead to more

Of the same

How much easier

Just to open our hearts

To the person in such pain

And give them for a while

A place to feel safe

A place of rest

And expression

Even amidst the mess

Of the heart that for this painful moment

Finds itself in hell