When you want to help,

But it paints like rain.

You can’t stand by

Yet you create more pain.

Nothing ventured , they say is nothing gained

But this gesture of care maybe should refrain.

 

A balancing act of well intended intervention,

 or respect of independence.

The horizon welcomes a furthering away of remedy and deepening of uncertainty.

The relationship, the love, all forsaken

Is it better just to walk away and

Resist the compulsion to help.

 

 Like a dervish my conscious is whirling

 as if suspending me from any other thought or action,

 trapped in the indecision between enabling care versus tough love to rescind my will to help.

Am I so conceited to assume I could sanctify this rotten dilemma,

can I let it go and assume a solution will present without me.

I am in limbo.