I’ll Listen

Posted: June 24, 2016 in Poems
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When the clouds of your heart are so dark and heavy,
And the raindrops of your eyes threaten to fall;
When you’re in pain, or angry, or tired,
Or when you think you’ve failed even after you’ve tried—
I’m here. Talk to me. Tell me stories. I’ll listen.

When you’ve faced just too many crossroads,
And you’re not sure you’re doing things right,
Or when you just doubt the worth of it all;
When even your mind is blank and tired of thinking—
I’m here. Tell me stories. I promise I’ll listen.

And when you are hurting, so much,
When you feel that your heart is shattering to a thousand pieces,
When you think life is an ocean of bitter tears
Raging down upon you, drowning you;
When you feel like life sucks out all oxygen out of your entire being;

When you feel like nothing in this world makes sense anymore,
Because dreams don’t transpire to reality
And hopes only get shattered every time;
When you doubt if anything’s even worth pursuing after all the pain—
Pour on me your frustration, tell me your disappointments. I’ll listen.

And I may not be the best machine fixer of broken hearts,
I may not be the solution to your gravest of problems,
Nor the fighter that would chase your demons away—
Not even the angel that would make everything clear as day—
But I promise to be that most soothing balm the I best can.

And because I cannot shield you from all the stones, arrows, daggers
That come along your way to hurt you,
Please let me be the armor that absorbs most of those harms instead.
The least I can do is take your burden–so let me.
Tell me your stories. I promise I’ll listen.

Because whenever I see you cry your heart out in the corner,
Whenever I see you struggle with words to express your pain,
Whenever I see you fake out a smile to look okay,
Whenever I hear you stammer with emotions you cannot contain—
My own heart of glass cracks and breaks.

It pains me to see you carrying those shards of glass all to yourself.
So please let me care. Please let me in.
Please let me listen.
And in my own little way,
Let me carry your burdens for you.

This, my dear, is how much I love you.
This is how much I care.
It may not be that significant—I hardly ever was.
But like the widow with two copper coins,
All that I can I will offer—never doubt there.


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