Here Is My Hand
For every soul that seeks itself
between the remnants of past days
or lives
For every wraith who doubts beyond
deepest despair in distractions
that give
Just a small amount of respite despite
efforts too much for one alone
to bear
Here is my hand, here is my heart
For it is big enough to hold you too
Do not despair
While in the darkness only candles
seem to glow, look beyond the flicker
to find hope
Which will be there, in distances far
and oceans wide, it shines bright
we can cope
***
February 20, 2017
Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017
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