Your thoughts transposed upon a page
have pulled me from the deepest dark
providing footlights on a path
littered with worst-case infractions.
In hopeless moment, one small spark,
an impromptu and random action…
you can’t conceive just what it meant
to lose myself for briefest time
within that transient distraction.
A beacon on a moonless night,
a lifeboat on a bitter sea—
I've focused on your ambient light
how many times it's rescued me.
© Ginny Brannan 2018
For my friend on the other side of the mountain, thank you for “harrowing the words.” And to all whose words have provided an escape when hope has wavered somewhere between staying on an even-keel and wallowing in the pit of despair. Words transport us, written or spoken, and often save us when we need it most.
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