I Can Handle It Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Who do you come to when...
Your 'world' begins to cloud.
Who do you come to when...
The freshness of the air,
Suddenly becomes foul.
Who do you come to when...
Arms known to you are open wide.
To wrap you within them...
Soothing to do to calm your every sigh.
Who do you come to when...
Others don't appreciate what it is you do.
And your troubles seem to double,
From puddles you step in...
You can't take anymore to walk through.
Haven't I been here?

I know your days are not all great.
And I can handle it.
I know at times you feel betrayed.
And I can handle it.
You should know by now,
What it is I can and can not do.
But nothing for us is impossible.
Haven't I been here to make that clear.
To prove I can handle,
Whatever those days bring...
I will not allow you to go through alone.