I was nearly drowning
Calling for help
My soul was crying the loudest
When the existence of the whole
Universe no more made sense
You were there
Standing at the edge,
Holding a rope
To bring me up
You took hold of my bruised hand
And healed my ripped heart
You held mine
Close to yours
And showed to me
How life was a blessing
And not a Battle
Your hands worked a miracle
YOU ARE READING
Your hands
PoetrySpecific moments when you experience dark emotions and feel lonely and that is the time when u meet a stranger by happenstance and open up everything and you understand that a stranger is far more better than many fake friends..... My first poem •🖤...
