This is one of the first poems that I wrote and it is still my favourite:
When your friend has been abused
it’s hard to understand.
The one good thing that you can do
is tightly hold their hand.
“You must do this, you must do that,
you need to do it now.”
This really doesn’t help them
as they really don’t know how.
They have been to hell and back,
you haven’t got a clue.
You’ve never been where they have been,
don’t tell them what to do.
Love them, spoil them, hold them,
give them all the time they need.
Their wounds will take some healing,
with your help they might succeed.