My Dear Sweet Sarah

She feels helpless.
Watching him swallowed up
In chronic pain
Caused by a condition
Coded into his DNA.

She sees him
Pushing past his boundaries.
Heaping upon himself
Greater pain than is necessary,
And she stands helpless.

She wants nothing more
Than to take the hurt away;
To love so strong
He might be set free
Of the hurt
Pressing deeper than his bones,
Cutting into his soul.

Like him,
She is a healer.
And she can’t heal him.
Try as she might.
But she is determine
To ease the suffering.

My dear sweet Sarah.
It is not your fault.
None of this
Is our fault.
It is written into my being,
And I,
Will bear this suffering
To see you,
To see our girls,
Safe and provided for.

I see you.
I wish I could ease
Your sense of failing,
Your sense of helplessness,

But I know you.
You are stubborn like me.
And I know you
Will continue
To find a way to heal me.

Love me.
As you always have.
For it,
Is more than enough.

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About St Basil Z Fish

Curator of the strange and incredibly awkward. A rambling writer with the misguided notion he has something to say. His only redeeming qualities are his wife and children.
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2 Responses to My Dear Sweet Sarah

  1. Debra Lewis says:

    Amazing. Especially that last line. Got me right in the feels.

    Liked by 1 person

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