a Poem by Raquel Swann

In a sea of strangers,

the unfamiliar frightens me,

Whispers of past ghosts

Weighing on this wearied soul.

You reach out your hands

Extended in friendship,

Healing begins with a smile,

In familiar eyes.

You’re a rose

Randomly growing in a desert,

How I happened upon you

Is truly a blessing.

With each passing storm,

I wish to be the umbrella,

Shielding you from the rain.

As a true friend should.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s