What do I see

I see the regrets
I see the fear…the suffering.
No matter the affiliation of imagined status. I see the humility.
I tend to the tears. I tend to the fears.  I tend to the anger because of the fear.
 They yet don’t understand.
They are strangers to themselves.
Tears confuse them.
The uncertainty humbles them in time.
Sometimes it’s too late for others to see the purpose that is theirs . Sometimes the purpose never existed…. Till I see their regrets … till I see their fear.