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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