TURNING TO

She was desperate.
Her broken voice
came over the cell phone
at four  in the morning:

 

“I’ve no one else to turn to!”

 

How good it was
that at least she found one —
one whose listening skills
had been honed
by years and years
of caring for those who spoke
in the midst of tears.

 

There isn’t always
someone there to care.

 

But this time there was
because the anguished one
knew to whom she could turn to.

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