Your Tears

 Two planks of sheetrock and a couple of 2x4 standing pieces of wood is not enough to hold back my ears- from hearing your tears. 

Not enough paint to cover the walls that cover the sheetrock and muffle all of your tears that I so desperately wish to catch of yours over the years.

I am tempted to ask who suffers more... The listener or the sufferer.

I dare not ask. Not anymore.

We are all the sufferer. 

Dear Holder,
There is always space in the arms of you, dear Holder. In the heart of yours... a Holder. Within and fully encompassed by you, the Holder. 

I want to hold too. 

Dear Healer,
I don't know you. You are but a dream and one of beautiful hope. Do you hold while you heal? or just hold?...  or just heal? If anything, please do both for my daughter.