If I can reach you
when the darkness surround you.
If there’s a light I’m able to shine
to give direction when orientation disappears,
I count myself lucky,
offering only what I know
from all the time I’ve been lost in the night
and faced the depth of pain a heart feels
when it seems likely to crack in two.
I hold out not only a hand,
but point the way to the hand I hold,
and in its small way, this act
may be what it takes for you
to save your own life
because
that’s what we do for each other,
and while I don’t have much to give
I do understand the lasting needs ~
kind words and laughter – when they come
love
compassion
silence and listening.
You are not alone,
for that which moves my blood
moves yours.
We are not unlike, you and I.
Let us sit at the invisible table
and taste this days hot brew
when the cold wind wips
and we haven’t any idea
where else to go.
~ Stephanie Bird
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