Playing faith to sounds coming from an interior piano, <br />letting hope jump into the fray and come alive this <br />very day. <br /> <br />Finding self while trying to help another through the <br />sadness enveloping his life, looking through the windows <br />of mountains being scaled and done within interior images <br />of visions. <br /> <br />Trying to hold onto a friend as he slips and slides down <br />walls of sorrow's canyons. <br /> <br />Giving him the strength of presence to hold on and look <br />up as he sees the sun rising just for him on the horizon. <br /> <br />Leading him into an inner light of his being once again, <br />allowing him the freedom to find his own way back into <br />the life he has always known. <br /> <br />Now changed permanently without the love of his life by <br />his side, trying to see his way through sorrow's thick <br />curtains of death's insistence in his loss. <br /> <br />Knowing he will be able to make it, being there for him <br />in the moments he needs me to be here until able to see <br />his way clear once again.<br /><br />RoseAnn V. Shawiak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/holding-onto-a-friend/
