Reaching Up


You will never fall so far
that you cannot reach up
and clasp my hand. My love
for you rests in the womb
of solitude and silence.
This pit of despair soon
turns into a resting place of
love, if you but call my name.

One comment

  1. fitting somehow

    I had a discussion with a young girl about needing to be willing to reach out and accept a helping hand

    but it’s hard to do when you are too scare to look up

    for fear there’s no hand to grasp


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