Listlessly, not listening and getting tired of hearing all
the neat and pat answers from others, trying to help someone
through their grief.
There is just no way to give any advice, because in depths
of grief a person cannot hear what is being said.
There are no definitions or meanings to be had or adjusted
to what is being felt or emotionally tuned in.
There's no way to be helped except when a person is ready
to step over the barrier of grief and gets ready to move
forward on their own.
No amount of coaxing or pleading is going to help a person
get out and away and on the road to life again until they're
ready.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem