Posted in Poems - A Collection of Expressions

I See You…

Take my hand

You who reach out from amidst the deep shadow

The dark undergrowth parting reluctantly around your pale palm


Leached of all hope

This, your attempt, a surge of life unwilling

To be overlooked, avoided, forgotten


It is but a dot

A single unremarkable spot amidst the darkness that shines

Almost too brightly, as though lit with a fervence to outdo your

Good heart.

Ruth. P. – 2016 ©

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