While I am not a speaker,
In any sort of the word.
I do often flail against the current,
To say what needs be heard.
I am a wordsy person,
Though not a thesaurus in flesh.
It does upset when I’m at a loss,
As if I failed a test.
I should always have the words,
I should be able to comfort your heart.
But your experience and mine,
Are so far apart.
So clearly I have not,
And I do not poses' it,
I still lack the stuff.
Just another blind man,
Guiding the blind along the street.
Just as the roads are slick and unpredictable,
Under the sleet.
I want to tell you it will be ok,
But sweetie I am just not sure.
And I am simply unequipped to offer comfort,
In this pain you endure.
Such a simple name Olive,
Green surrounded by red.
Or the precious heart of life,
For Steph and her Olive.
I wish I knew what to say to help you feel better.
I <3 you and Travis & Olive