Last day: Catharsis. I’m ready to pass out, so I’ll make this quick. . .
Competent to Counsel? –
What would you do
When she said she was addicted?
My first question
Was how do I fix this?
The Fall has left creation twisted
Although we’ve never known perfection,
We miss it.
I’m not wise enough,
I don’t know what to do.
I open my Bible and pray
God would show himself to you.
I look for a hint or a cue,
Some sign that would help me help you.
That moment seems so long ago.
I’m sitting on my bed,
Wishing I’d known
What to say instead of “No.”
The air is steeped in sorrow;
I’m shaking, but it’s not cold.
I wish I could’ve done more. . .
Isn’t that what friends are for?
Tears spill over my lashes,
Each one a burden
Bearing other people’s gashes
Wounds that I could not heal.
They needed a fire, I didn’t have matches,
They needed a friend, but I reacted,
And now I’ve impacted
Their already fragile glass walls.