But I must...

Empathy I felt when hearing of a grieving parent.

But I must...

I reconize agony
But it's not the same.
Its worse.
As I read her nightmare facebook post,
My eyes flood with empathetic tears.
My spirit flutters and hides somewhere.
My heart mourns her unspeakable tragedy.
Wishing to go numb.
My mind races in a panic,
Begging me to not visit my horror again.
It knows it won't survive this time.
Maybe not, but I must...
I can not be still, say nothing
Leaving her to feel so alone, broken and angry.
Grief is a hungry quicksand
That dovours most.
I have walked through my own personal hell
And barely survived it.
My scars were never meant to be hidden.
So reach out I must...
Lord please hold this dear sweet mama close.
And never let her go



L. Mack
8/11/18