Emotionally, wrung out.
I never seem to realize just how much of a toll it takes on me, until I sit~
and allow the silence to seep into my pores.
My mind finally unclenches, and I allow it to wander freely around all of the nooks
and crannies of my random thoughts.
I answer the phone a lot during the day.
I get cold sales calls, wrong numbers,
requests for support for a cause,
people needing a information~ routine stuff.
But sometimes the phone rings and the person on the other end
is in crisis~ frightened, upset, hoping that I can find them someone to talk to,
to help them, to share their burden.
This week was an unusual week~
a sudden death, someone in deep crisis
numerous people in the hospital and all needed
my calm voice to reassure them that we were going to help,
someone was coming~
to hold their hands, dry their tears,
bring them hope,
or just be a peaceful presence.
People needed me to convey their fears, anxiety and grief.
I did my very best to reassure, to help both the person on the phone,
and those I work for respond quickly, and with all the information they needed to help.
Now the week has ended, and this pitcher stands empty.