Support System

Who would’ve thought
The need would arise for
The solace of caring
In empathy’s eyes?

You know. You’ve
All been there
One time or another
In tragedy’s aftermath,
Quick to discover.

The gathering round, the
Deafening sound of
The silent travail
Where no comfort is found.

But comfort takes time
And a shoulder or two
Or three or more
Before peace might ensue.

It might be a look,
A tangible tear,
A simple. “I’m here,”
Whispered softly in ear.

And thankful should be
For this harbor, this port,
This rallying system of
Loving support.

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