When all the light has gone,

There you stand with your hand reached out,

You keep it out, as if you have no worries buried deep within you,

Knowing all the time your heart breaks,

But you keep your hand out reaching to pull others up,

From the darkness they have placed themselves in,

But who reaches out to you…

My hand is stretched out to you,

Letting you know that you also can let yourself go,

You are always the strong one but deep down

You just need to be held,

Someone to hear your words,

But all the while knowing that again

Another will come to you for comfort,

One word of wisdom,

Not knowing that your wisdom,

Comes from your own experiences of pain…

~ by jbritt