Their Stories

I sit. I listen. I read.

I read of their heart break,
I read of their betrayal.
I read of the violence.
I read of the hurt.

I want to help.
I want to take all their pain away.
I want to show them love, and compassion.

But I can't.
All I can do is sit here and listen.
It hurts. I feel their pain.
But I will listen.
It's the least I can do.
I will sit here, and I will listen to each of them.
I will show them that someone cares.
That someone is willing to sit and listen.
Someone is there who will not judge them.

Because at least that's something.