Can I sit with this pain, if only for a moment?
Can I resist the force pulling me down?
Can I keep the lid on this pressure that’s building?
If released, I fear I will drown.

But I sat and I heard - their pain and their struggles.
The hope and the hopeless entwined.
And I did speak, in the last few minutes.
A few words were uttered aloud.

I can’t do it though can I?
Let it out and be heard.
I’ll drip feed and sob, but can’t find the words.

Don’t know what to call these emotions I feel?
So how in hell am I going to heal?