Can you sit with me?

Can you sit with me
as the tears start to fall
slowly from my eyes?
Can you sit with me
and not rush over to hug
as the gut wrenching
sobs from deep down inside
start to roll up my chest
and out through my mouth?
Can you sit with me
and not make a joke or a
comparison to quell
as the pain starts to exit from its
dark hidden well?
Can you sit with me
and not reach for the tissues
or interrupt with your story
as my grief starts to finally
let go of its grip
deep down inside?
Can you sit with me
and not try to fix
with suggestions, insights or tools?
Can you sit with me
and not sympathize with my victim
but instead listen
to my tears and my pain
as the truth of who I am?
Can you sit with me
and instead offer no more
than your fullest attention
your heart and your ears?
Can you sit with me
and hold me in your
loving presence,
a witness to this cascade
of pain, guilt and remorse?
Can you sit with me
and do no more
than silently witness
through a long deep exhale
so that I know I am safe
and can finally let go?
Can you sit with me
and if you can,
know that in turn my heart
will sit with you
when this day comes to your shore
and I can be there for you too.

© Angela Dunning, 23 December 2015