Don't Forget

Nice is Different Than Good

Outstretched hand

Opened heart

Then falling, tumbling into a palpable darkness

And landing in a never ending shadow

As the hand, once outstretched towards salvation

Was brutally battered away

And the heart shattered on the nadir of the chasm

Nowhere to look, for what is to be seen

In the endless expanse of lightlessness

And hopeless tears roll down dirtied cheeks

So hours on end are spent, searching

Searching to find something, anything

When finally, the hand that was once brushed off grasps onto something

Only then, after the suffering, will hope begin to flicker

And shed a dim glow into the previously black room

And a teetering ladder can be seen leading

Up, up, up to a tiny pinprick of light

The climbing begins, a difficult task

A tireless one filled with blisters and calloused hands

To the point of almost plunging back into the abyss

When a new hand reaches down to sweep a tired body into its embrace

Bringing it into the light and warmth and safety of home

There is where you realize, not all hands bring the same fate

Arms can embrace rather than trap

And you can't judge everything

Based on one