Our hands stretch out to you
Yet we can't quite reach
Just a hair breadths away
Seems like fathoms instead
Crying out to you but you refuse to hear
Still not listening it's your silence we fear
We call to the others held close to your heart
We try to convince you to make a fresh start
Although it seems to you there is nothing left
Please remember you are not truly bereft
Each hand clasps the next in a chain of kinship
Bonds of hope, devotion we won't let you slip
Teacher, friend, great mentor to us all
No way could we ever let you fall
We cannot allow you to slip through the cracks
We want you to know we want our friend back
Take the help that has been offered to you
It's time for healing and to begin anew
So grasp our warm healing hands in yours
Hold tight, become strong as you were before
YOU ARE READING
Book of Poems by Angela van Breemen
PoetryI have been writing poetry all my life. These poems are from various stages of my life, and reflect what was going on my mind at those particular times. I hope you enjoy these impressions translated into poetry.
