HELPING HAND

The depth of the sea
Is nothing but shallow
For I drown longer in my tears and sorrows

I recall wading through the musty fields of hopelessness
With nothing but sheer will, boldness
Engulfed in the biting coldness of despair

I recall all
But I also recall you
While I scoured for a helping hand
A haul from the pool of anguish
You emerged from the distant close

My mind is an enemy
For it plays against me
But my heart is where it’s
Ought to
Where its meant to…

End