Shadows – flickering and curling wrapping you in fog

Shadows flickering and curling

I see you there,

curled up so tight.

in that little ball,

shaking with fright.

 

my heart flips,

through the fog I see.

feeling your emotions,

seeing what could be.

 

the shadows flickering,

curling about you.

offering a pretend comfort,

with deception too.

 

its feeding off you,

drawing you deeper.

so hard to pull out,

making you a sleeper.

 

my hand looks blurry,

as it reaches in the haze.

light glowing like a halo,

dancing through the maze.

 

that glimmer of light,

of possibilities and hope.

your eyes blink uncertainly

and withdraw from my grope.

 

wanting and hoping,

but doubting too.

no hope, no desire,

in darkness of goo.

 

a whisper is heard

in that foggy mire.

reach out to me,

for I will never tire.

 

my whisper echoes,

in the silvery haze.

a smile beckons,

and I catch your gaze.

 

hope, sparks,

can it be?

is it possible,

maybe?

 

It is there, reaching out

my hand it is so clear,

filled with a choice,

hope, it is so near.

 

all it takes is a tiny move,

so I can grasp and tug.

and yank you out.

and give you a  hug.

 

you can do it,

give it a try.

wave your hand,

don’t make me cry.

 

hope is there,

though it will often hide.

the shadows are strong,

pulling you aside.

 

those curly dark thoughts.

that invade your space,

toss them aside.

and look into my face,

 

someone is there,

waiting to reach out.

peek into the light,

from your world of doubt.

 

Amber