She Reaches Out

I wrote this a LONG time ago. It seems to be a recurring theme in my life. Lesson still unlearned, I guess.

Calm and still
She stands alone
A sea of torment
On her own

She reaches out
But no one’s there
She calls for help
And meets despair

She longs to see
A sunny day
To feel the warmth
And the wind at play

She reaches out
Still no one’s there
Strong but unaware
She finds herself