In the darkness. There is one small voice, letting out a silent plea for help. They think they are alone. They cannot see another person with them, to help them. They cannot see how much they really matter. They only see the darkness, and they think that they might as well be a part of it. They feel cold and small and hopeless. They don't think they will ever get out of the darkness. If only they would realize that there are others, close by but hidden by the darkness, that are suffering the same fate. If only they would realize that there is a way out. A small shaft of light, only a little ways away, waiting for them to notice. For them to realize. If only.
