One of the noble covenants of love is how we take turns lifting each other from the limited vision that arises when we are in pain, how we take turns reminding each other that there is more than our pain, more than our despair, while bearing witness to our pain and despair. This poems comes from such a time.
The instruction to calm down is often used to muffle what we're going through. But to quiet what we're feeling is not the same thing as to settle what we're feeling. It's the difference between putting a pillow over someone's head when they're crying and letting a churned-up lake settle so you can see what's on the bottom.