by Cheryl Merrick
With hope I kept my door open,
trying to comfort, teach, and love
those who were weak and in pain.
With an empathetic heart I listened
and sometimes cried with them.
I longed to help them.
When the years passed
and my health began to fail,
I took a look around my room.
I saw the same faces returning
over and over again,
with the same problems.
Realizing I had not been helping
them to grow and accept responsibility,
but had merely been an enabler,
I sadly closed the door.