Compassion
There are those who will
never understand your
grief the loss of a
presence dear to you
has caused, others for
whom your loss is
expressed in personal
relief that it is you
not they who have
been bereaved, and
yet others who tell you
to brace up and
recall the good things
and just accept the sad
reality of the inevitable.
And then there are those
whose uncompromised
compassion is a soothing
balm dispensing with words
in favour of a deep gaze
leading to the brief but
lasting harbour from
haunting pain deep
within the firm warmth
of an empathetic embrace.
Thursday, January 8, 2015
Labels:
Poetry
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