It seemed she was doing better. The healing was in progress. So I thought. She fell back. Sorrow filling her life and overflowing through her eyes everyday. She needs me, I can feel it. She just wants me to be there, with her. And I want to be like a rock. Solid. Something she can lean on. But I am not. I can offer a pebble or two of thought. I can help her gather her feelings and sort them through. But in this instance there is not much more I can do. So little. So fragile is the presence I offer. The pain she is hauling, I know to be very deep. I can only imagine... and admire her strength. But will she overcome this without harm ? Will she ever give her heart this way again ? I am afraid. The darkness she is traveling through, I could not face. I will not leave her to walk alone. But I am not a rock. I am not.
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