Warm Hand

Through the darkest of times,
the good and the bad,
we dwell on our lives,
the happy and sad,
We all have journies,
we must take,
to finish for our own,
or others sake,
We question our meaning,
our purpose to live,
while others strive,
one may fall,
among the crowds,
so packed and dark,
they cry in the corner,
lonely to embark,
an offer of friendship,
a warm hand to hold,
pulls you from the dark,
to light brighter than gold,
through substancial meaning,
can we not live?
and offer a warm hand of
friendship to give?

Reviews

[highthought]

i did get benefit out of reading this
hard to find these days someone who write things like that

[Jonathan De Elvira]

Thank you for writing this Layla, and this could be the very theme for my gf and I...thank you so much, you're a wonderful writer..

[Althelia Marie Caine]

Thank you

[Forest Green]

Kind, exceptional thoughts, nicely penned in this meditative poem.

Good work...

[Chris Smith Welshpoetcs]

This is inspirational, beautiful poem.