I’ve often heard the siren song
of self destruction and I longed
to end it all

It’s not to hurt the ones I love
It’s just myself, I can not trust

My mind says things which are not true
My heart gets lost inside the blue

est black of dark
est night, while I search
and search to find the light

to feel some warmth, to believe in love
I look up to the skies above

Go tell someone, he says to me
It’s not your fault that you can’t see

So I’m writing this down
to throw out a rope - It’s all
trite with rhyme, but I still hope

it reaches us in time. To convince you, too
that though we’re blind. We are never alone.

I’m still out here - I’m climbing up
Let’s make this work; just don’t give up

Together, we
can reach
the top


suzishepherd said...

Thank you, Janna.

Anonymous said...

just found this... know this more than most

Wendy Lane Hesselman said...

Love this.