Portraits of Us 1

I see your despair
you say I cannot understand

I see you at the edge of the cliff, at the threshold
between rejection and acceptance,
between closing and opening

I wonder,
do I open myself to your distress,
or do I revolve around myself?
I wonder,
will you slip away
or will you make the leap?

You say
hope is the poison that robs your future
I say
without hope there is no future

I say
I cannot understand,
but perhaps I can offer you comfort
You say
you cannot understand,
but perhaps your suffering can offer someone comfort