Don’t know what I’m doing,
reaching in the dark.
Searching the unknown.
Never been down this path before.
Reaching. Touching nothing.
Searching the darkness for anything.
A string. A cord. A hand. An idea.
Even a spider web.
Is there anything in the darkness;
reaching out for me?
Help me!
Guide me!
I’m coming undone!
Reaching with aching muscles,
through the darkness.
Is that a light?
A trick of mind?
Or a freight train to run my ass over!
Nothing in the darkness,
reaching back for me.
Empty of sound. Light.
The only thought, mine.
Desperate screams echoing in my ears,
from nothing.
Help me!
No?
Lost in the darkness.
Something?
Anything?
Anyone!
Reaching in the darkness for something.
Tired.
Cold.
Lonely.
Overwhelmed.
Blind.
Nothing but darkness.
Poetry & More 
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I wrote this watching a friend of mine struggle.
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It is not easy out there.
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Amen
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Wow, this hits deep. I can completely relate to this feeling of reaching in the dark, hoping for something, anything, to reach back. That mix of exhaustion, confusion, and quiet desperation feels all too familiar. It is raw, real, and honest, and it captures what so many of us silently go through. Beautifully written and deeply felt.
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Thank you 💕 I do think it’s a common feeling. Praying that feeling has passed. 🙏🏻
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Thank you 🤗
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What I did was bring my own light- and just sit there till I got comfortable with my own shadow.
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💪🏻
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