“Discomfort” a poem

How do I help you?
In this mire you rest
But it is more that you wrest
and struggle with stuck.

I want for solutions
To work you like a problem
Solve you like a riddle
Unscramble your Rubic’s Cube
and set you in order

But all I can do is sit
In this dark room with you
I cannot turn on your light

But I will sit
Settle my unsettle
Do my best to not wait
Nor, in trying not to push,

You are enough
This is enough
I am enough

I hope it is enough

That I am here.

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