One Little Word

A poem how one constant in someone's deep depression can mean the difference between being consumed by the dark, or seeing a glimmer of hope in the distance.

During my darkest hours

There was always one constant

A light telling me

Despite involuntary isolation

I had not been forgotten

Not ceased to exist

Told me I was remembered

I was cared about

A light that said

Though you are far away

Though you are dreaming

I am with you...

You are in my thoughts

Without that little glimmer

Darkness would have closed in

The void of wakefulness

Would have been all I saw

One little word

Every morning

Every day

Kept me here

Kept me hopeful

That word was nothing more

Nothing less than

G'morning!

Author's Note

If you've seen this before it was on my other account, Janeen, which I've closed and transferred those works to here.

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Oh yes so inspirational... it reminds us that just being alive is a blessing... coarse I believe that one word that keeps us going is faith.

By the way welcome back.

[❀ Gabriela ..]

Beautiful, touching poem. Excellent job!