A Strangers Hand

You took me away;

Broke me out of my cage.

I’ve been trapped all of my life,

But you’ve given me the strength

To say goodbye.

I’m standing on the precipice 

But my world is only beginning.

My anger and strife in this life

Has not yet faded

But you’ve opened up my eyes;

Gave me a reason to smile.

Convinced me I could stay alive.

You forced me to trade my tears away,

And offered in exchange:

A hand; a shoulder; a friend.

I was a bird with broken wings

When you came into my life.

And somehow, 

I was teetering on the edge

Of a cliff with a splintering ground.

I was going to fall.

I was a breadth away;

I was a moment away.

Panicked and afraid,

I had no control of my life,

Or even

Of the things I chose to do or say.

But you saw me there,

Tipping back and forth,

Facing an irreversible decision.

But you didn’t see a broken bird;

A soul meant to roam,

Trapped in the space between

The sky and the ground.

You saw a girl. 

A girl you’d never met.

A girl you almost

Never could have known.

And you pulled me from the edge.

Broke down the cage that held me

And offered bandages for woulds

That you didn’t even see.

You made me laugh,

And I forgot why I was hurting.

You gave me the strength I needed

To outstretch my clipped wings,

And suddenly,

I was soaring. 

And as I flew into the horizon, 

I looked down and saw you

Smiling up into the sun. 

My friend; my only one. 

Author's Note

Until recently, I hadn't realized I'd moved past the darkest point in my life. I used to spend every night thinking to myself different ways I could end it. Thinking back on the past few years, things started to change when this person walked into my life. They don't know what their friendship means to me. But if we hadn't met that day, I don't think I would be here today.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A hopeful and beautiful poem.
"And as I flew into the horizon,
I looked down and saw you
Smiling up into the sun.
My friend; my only one. "
The above lines is true for the all of us. Sometime we find the dead-end and than we can see real life and hope. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote