I don’t usually blog on a personal note.

But this is personal.

People around me are hurting right now, and hurting bad.

They are different people, hurting for different reasons.

But their pain is vicseral.

I hear it claw through the raw flesh of their souls as they try to describe their rage, fear and isolation with mere words.

What useless instruments they are, words.

As one person put it, “it’s like molten lead.”

I ache for these people because they are dear to me.

I wish I could take some of that pain from them, shoulder it for them, for a day or two.

But I can’t.

So I listen, hear, see and try to understand.

But I can never really know.