I can tell by Steven L. Channing

I can tell by that look friend, that we need to talk.
So come take my hand and let’s go for a walk.

See I’m not like the others -I won’t shy away.
Because I want to hear what you’ve got to say.

Your child has died and you need to be heard.
But they don’t want to hear a single word.

They say your child’s with God ,so be strong.
They say all the “right” things that somehow seem wrong.

I’ll walk in your shoes for more than a mile.
I’ll wait while you cry and be glad if you smile.

I won’t criticize you or judge you or scorn.
I’ll just stay and listen ’til night turns to morn.

Yes, the journey is hard and unbearably long.
And I know that you think that you’re not quite that strong.

So just take my hand ’cause I’ve got time to spare.
And I know how it hurts, friend, for I have been there.

See, I owe a debt you can help me repay.
For not so long ago, I was helped the same way.

And I stumbled and fell through a world so unreal.
So believe when I say that I know how you feel.

I don’t look for praise or financial gain.
And I’m sure not the kind who gets joy out of pain.

I’m just a strong shoulder who’ll be here ’til the end.
I’ll be your Compassionate Friend !!!

It is good to talk!

I have always been the strong one. I have always given my shoulders for others to cry on. I have always listened to others discuss their heartache and hardly shared mine, because I could handle my own, until the day I went into hospital to give birth to my first son. After 8 hours of labour with intense pain and in and out of sleep, I woke up to find the room full of medics and the Registrar asked me ‘do you understand what is going on? We cannot find a heartbeat! I nodded my head but thought it can’t be and I was waiting to give birth to my son and was positive he would be born alive. He never uttered a sound after he was born, you could actually hear a pin drop in the room. It is a scenario no one would ever wish to live again and I did nine months down the line.

So, being the person that I am, who could I talk to? I am so grateful for the relationship I have with my husband, we talked a lot and sometimes we sat quietly as words sometimes could not express how we felt and other times we cried individually and together. But we believed against hope and were confident our story would have a great ending.

Despite my secretive nature and keeping things to myself, I knew I could not handle this on my own. Yes, I talked to God but I also needed to talk to other people. I found it useful to talk to others who had gone down this road before, women who were currently in my shoes and people who had never walked in my shoes before (medics, strangers, friends and family). The interesting thing was although the people I spoke to could not reverse what had taken place nor guarantee a ‘happy’ ending they provided a platform for me to ask questions, they listened and sometimes their encouragement brought comfort and gave me a glimmer of hope. And sometimes their comments made me very upset. I certainly had mood swings. The funny thing I discovered that though my situation looked bad some other women had it worse off than me and I ended up crying for them and myself after hearing/reading their stories.

We all need an avenue to be real, to say how we really feel and that in itself is liberating.