I cry
and she strokes me
I rant and I rage
and she listens, doesn't judge
I hide my face
and she embraces me
I rock back and forth
and she kisses my hair
I say I can't do it any longer
and she doesn't contradict me
or tell me I have to keep going
she knows what it's like to feel this way
she has been there before
and knows there are no words
she doesn't make it better. no one can.
and
by not turning away
she helps me to bear it