Reaching out for a hand
to hold as we fall
hoping it will save
wishing, knowing not at all
What if the hand’s not there
how then do we survive
when we are all that’s left to hold
do we remain alive
Is there any way to tell
what tomorrow brings
will we awake
when the alarm bell rings
We keep reaching
looking to find hope
just tie a knot
at the end of your rope
Deborah Horton Writing 