I am Not Alone
I felt alone,I was alone.
Unhappiness adorned me
like a darkened shroud.
I searched for an end
to this darkened
place that I
could not escape.
I found a hand
like a beacon in the night.
I reached for it
I clasped it in my hands.
I was not alone.
i did not feel alone.
But i was still
very much alone.
The hand held tightly.
It did not let go.
I pulled away.
Why did I do that?
A gentle caress
and my hand held tight.
I could not escape it.
But I tried.
I need that hand though.
I am still in this place.
I treasure that hold
and the hope it brought.
I reach for more and
find that I have lost
as the hand withdraws.
My foolish folly.
I walk silently
through my self made fog
I hear laughter,
I see life and I see me.
I reach out into the light
and touch again
gently upon fingers
still warm from my release.
Will they remember
the touch of me,
the warmth they gave,
the love they foretold.
I yearn for their
grasp and unconditional hold
The love promised and
the strength to love.
The hand holds fast
I no longer withdraw.
I surrender and grow
and am alive again.
I am not alone.
I am alive
and I will walk
no more in this fog.
Please login or register
You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
Login or Registerleave comments/feedback and rate this poem.