Be with me, please.

Can I trust you with my pain?
To treat it with kindness and respect?
To listen to it, so I can speak the unspoken?
Will you help me catch my tears as the floodgates open?
Swim with me into the unknown?
Save me from drowning in my own sorrow?
If I entrust you with my grief, will you help me take care of it?
Console it?
Soothe it?
Make it feel safe?
Will you accept it as a gift to be protected?
I feel my need and I fear it,
as I fear all that I do not understand.
Yet I’m asking you to be with me, for I’m tired of walking alone.