Poem … Please Listen

Please  Listen

When I ask you to listen to me

and you start giving me advice,

you have not done what I asked.

When I ask you to listen to me

and you begin to tell me why I shouldn’t feel that way,

you are trampling on my feelings.

When I ask you to listen to me

and you feel you have to do something

to solve my problem,

you have failed me, strange as that may seem.

Listen !

All I ask is that you listen.

Don’t talk or do – just hear me.

Advice is cheap – 50 pence will get you both

Dear Abby and Billy Graham in the same newspaper.

And I can do that for myself ; I am not helpless.

Maybe discouraged and faltering, but not helpless.

When you do something for me that I can

and need to do for myself,

you contribute to my fear and inadequacy.

But when you accept as a simple fact

that I feel what I feel, no matter how irrational,

then I can stop trying to convince you

and get about this business of understanding

what’s behind this irrational feeling.

And when that’s clear, the answers are obvious

and I don’t need advice.

Irrational feelings make sense

when we understand what’s behind them.

So please listen, and just hear me.

And if you want to talk,

wait a minute for your turn,

and I will listen to you.