My heart is breaking.
It is in tiny pieces.
It hurts.
Please listen.
Let me tell you about MY pain.
You don't hear me.
I talk but you talk over me.
Its like talking to myself.
You didn't hear.
Oh, I hear you.
I hear you go on about
what happened to you.
I listen to you.
I take on your pain.
I take on the pain,
You tell me.
The pain of another person,
That you did hear.
Let me try again.
Maybe it's me.
Please hear me.
I need to be heard.
I know if one will hear me,
I will feel better.
No, it's useless.
You only have ears for another.
Wait, someone is listening.
Someone hears me.
My words pour out as
I'm heard.
I cry.
I cry with relief.
I've carried my pain alone for so long.
Now someone takes on my pain.
I'm heard.
I fall into the blanket of peace
that comes from being heard.
He is a Good, Good Father.
