Helping Hand

Once while they were running,

From all that haunted them

To the dark which was succumbing

To what hurt unbearably

The cycle was never ending

Searching for the one thing

That would set their sad soul free

Finally reaching for that hand

Which had been following

In time stumbeling upon it

An inner calm and peace

Finally beginning to see and to believe

In who they are becoming

And all they've yet to be