I sat down with my helplessness because there was nothing much I could do.
I sat down with my anger,
with my impotence.
I just sat down and let it sink.
I let it overtake me.
I cried and prayed.
I prayed and cried, trying to collect myself
because I felt this pressing need to help her,
to lend her a hand and
I couldn't do that while broken because of an erroneous system.
I could only help her while being in control, at the very least, of myself;
and to be able to teach her the same.
Not to let her fall in desperation,
to be able to find her a door... even if they seemed to have closed them all.
