It happened.
I asked. Then silence
For an awkward sixty
Three seconds. So I mentioned
Resources available.
Then insecurity burst out,
Like a wizard who never cast
The right spell even though
He wrote the book.
So I clarified.
They’re online, I said.
The resources. They’re new.
That’s why they were produced.
Then, awkward whispers ensued,
And after another uncomfortable
Minute, one excuse poured out
Beyond the softened, airy mumbles
Of buried shame painted as stability.
Our situation is complicated, he said.
Yes, you’re right, I said.
And I won’t be surprised
If you recoil and shrink
Into isolation, where there is no
Vulnerability, which helps you remain
Unwilling to learn how we can help.
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