Support – A Poem On Emotional Support From A Loved One

 In my darkest hour

When the wind teases my hair

You hold my hand

Stare into my eyes

You move forward

To kiss my forehead

When the wind blows next time

I stand on my feet again

With confident eyes

And a reasoning mind

I hold a magic wand

And whoa the problems vanished

Where did they go?

To the skies or the oceans

I know not.

Your hand, I am still holding.

In my darkest hour

You were my refuge

Thankful forever, I am!


Note: I hope you may have encountered someone who supported you emotionally. If the poem could remind you of someone special, drop a comment.


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