Suffering seems such a common word
Stifling a sob, he says to me
Shattered dreams, I summon to you
With trepidation, he sighs to me…
I have beheld the trenches of fate
Mired in pain, scarce seen
Hurtling through life, in a tapestry of dread
Unbridled, unsung, unseen.
But though I falter
I seek to find
In you, a hand
To attain a foothold in this life sublime.
Aruna Rose Mary Kapanee, Ph.D.
Dept. of Clinical Psychology