Poem For A Person In
Despair
Today, like so many
other days,
you stare at something
so tiny that others
cannot see
how it floods you with
defeat.
Your muscles feel
shriveled
and of no possible use.
Convinced you have been
abandoned
by all resources inner
and outer
you feel certain only of
your aloneness.
There is a hand inside
your hand.
It was never beaten.
It is meant to reach.
There is
something to reach for.
Call it what you will –
a handle, a tail, a
thread,
a burning bush, the hand
of a child
who is willing to trust
you.
It is there.
What you are waiting for
is waiting for you.
When you touch it,
it will not flinch.
You are not alone.
Someone has loved you.
This is true.
No matter how far away
or long ago
they love you still.
You have been waiting
for their hand.
Reach for it now.
It is there.
Have them sit beside you
so you can breathe
and smile and do.
Listen to their message
to you.
Listen one thousand
times.
Listen till you hear
it.
You are allowed to be
beautiful.
You will not fail.
Domenic Tamborriello
Copyright September 15,
2008
