Trust
Grab the outstretched hand.
Take it now.
You never know when your strength will give out.
Believe.
Believe me when I say I've got you.
When I say you are safe with me.
You don't know if you ever will be again.
Help.
Help me understand why you flee.
Why you are so short of breath.
Breathe.
Breathe in the presence of my comfort.
Of the smell of understanding around you.
Who knows when it may be gone.
Trust.
Grab the outstretched hand.
And hold it tight.
For this is nowhere being
your last and final fight.
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
If you or someone you know is struggling, you are not alone.
988 Suicide & Crisis Lifeline — call or text 988, 24/7. Crisis Text Line — text HELLO to 741741.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
Comments are closed for this poem.