Not every wound needs words to mend,
Not every storm needs light to end.
In darkest moments, lost and weak,
It’s not advice we truly seek.

A quiet hand, a steady heart,
A silent nod—a simple start.
No need for wisdom, grand or wise,
Just someone near, with knowing eyes.

For pain is ours, yet not alone,
A heavy weight not meant for one.
A touch, a glance, a soul so near,
Can chase away the deepest fear.

No need to fix, no need to speak,
Just sit beside me when I’m weak.
Your presence tells me I belong,
That even broken, I am strong.

So let us hold, let us stay,
In love that whispers, “I’m here today.”
For in the silence, hearts can mend,
And presence speaks what words pretend.

MarkWaldrop

Ernest Hemingway once said
"In our darkest moments, we don't need advice."