What I Can Do Poem by Glen Martin Fitch

I wish I could undo
what has been done.
I cannot fix it.
Not my place to try.
To make you think I could
would be a lie.
No end in sight
and this has just begun.
The stress consumes your body
and your soul.
I know
the future things you dread
seem real.
I cannot make you change
the way you feel.
Upon your spirit
this will take its toll.
But dare I say,
I see you
and feel pride.
I, too, have felt
frustration, hurt and shame.
A different cause,
yet feeling just the same.
On that
I am your ally
at your side.
Right now,
I know my needs
cannot compete
against your woes,
but may I rub your feet?