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 darkest 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.