To the sadness in my heart,
I see you, I hear you.
I will discern what is true but first tell me your story.
Resentment, I see you
I suppressed my pain
I lied to myself
Again and again
Pretended I was alright
Made excuses for others
Buried the seeds of hurt
Deep under the covers
And now you writhe
In the depths of my heart
Borne from my neglect
Of my deepest hurts
I acknowledge you
And bid you come out
I will not scold you
I will not scream and shout
I will listen to your story
Listen to how you feel
I won’t question whether
You should or shouldn’t be real
And when you have spoken
Your words of pain
I will take up your burden
Release you from your need to explain
I will sort fact from fiction later
Yes, I will apply discernment
But for now I want you to know
That I have listened


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