I’m sorry I don’t have the strength…

I want to reach out.  I want to lend a hand. I want to have a voice. I want to reassure that I understand.  My mind betrays me.  Words refuse to work for me, to fall into the places that sound like I want them to be.  I’m sorry that I can only silently lurk around in the sounds of your pain, muddling in the same hopeless space, a mixed swill of tears and helplessness.  I feel useless though I want to be here for you.  You are lost, but are not unheard.

I am sorry. I am weak.  But I am here.  You may not hear me.  But you are not alone. You are not alone.