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.
