Posted in Poetry

Take My Hand

Take my hand,

If you feel lost 

In the midst of the deep blue sea,

Maybe in the tall, strong trees of the forest,

Or from the angry scowls thrown by another,

Or maybe from the drowning words of his.

Just take my hand.

And everything,

Is going to be just fine.

Everything,

Will be all right.

No more,

Weeping and mourning at night,
No more,

Painful screams telling you that you’re worthless.

Just,

Sweet lullabies and soft voices 

To let you have a good sleep that you’ve been longing for.

And you,

Yes, you

Don’t have to be scared

Anymore.

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Free as a bird. Writing helps. An amateur blogger in the process of getting better.

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