Abstract
We really do try to help.
Forgive us
when we fail to hear
your silent shrieks;
when we do not understand
the soul-piercing burden you carry;
when we use our algorithms
instead of our hearts.
We really do try to help.
Forgive us
when we ignore
your feelings;
when we call you
complex and your family difficult;
when we make you a case
and turn your soul into a cold clinical term.
We really do try to help.
Forgive us
when we fail
to cry with you
for we do not do well
with sorrow.
We are broken and battered
by so many.
But know that in the dark hours
of night,
we pray our feeble prayers
for you and your family.