When I have stood at the basest level of the deepest abyss,
Holding my heart in my hands as it dripped from breaking,
I did not need platitudes, I did not need recited scripts
I needed someone to climb down into the abyss with me.
No words can cauterize our internal wounding,
No advice effectively injects us with the willpower to climb
But a shoulder to lean on, the caring arms of a friend
Means the world when those jagged walls close in.
We do not need advice on how to put ourselves back together,
We need the powerfully gentle, illuminating presence of love
To know we are not alone in our darkest of suffering
That each crashing wave of hopelessness begins to recede
When compassion finds a way to intercede.
The Therapy of Words 