Don’t look to me

I have no answers

No magic wand

To make things right

No words that can heal

All the wounds you carry around

crouching, as if, you can feel them

pushing you down


I can instead hold your hand

When you feel like

Things aren’t going your way

And listen

To all the pain that pours from you

As if the wounds were my own

And hold you

Until the pain has eased

And you can smile


And love you

Because I can


Sashikala Premawardhane


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