A March sonnet, "wishing I could help"

Inspired by recent events.  No, I won't tell you what those events were. That's why I write poetry.


wishing I could help

To say what I would like for her to do
would partly be what I would thereby hope
for her to do with me; but from my view
I cannot change her track upon the slope
of isolated fate, no more than I
could change a boulder's path from cracking peak
to talus wreck. Yet when her anguished cry
of heartbreak rises, I would seek
to give her what she'd lost, the full release
of ecstasy that she deserves from one
she loves, and with it find the centered peace
that bathes and satisfies a soul undone
until a certain justice shall apply,
and she would always have what I'd supply.