Sometimes we feel defeated, <br />we’ve lost the will to fight, <br />we are about to give up, <br />and never make a stand. <br />We think there is no point, <br />no reason why we should. <br />All hope is lost now, <br />like knocking our head on wood. <br />We’ve been driven down, <br />by forces of which we have no control. <br />Our world is spiralling down, <br />into a murky whirlpool. <br />Where is that guardian angel, <br />which is supposed to help us, <br />in our darkest need? <br />Have they forgotten about us, <br />as into the whirlpool we speed? <br />Just as we are about to reach it, <br />comes a welcoming outstretched hand, <br />to drag us away from the water, <br />and onto the safety of dry land. <br />A faceless stranger, <br />whom we have never seen before, <br />reaches out to help us, <br />set us on the road once more. <br />Our first steps are tentative ones, <br />until our confidence grows. <br />Then it is with leaps and bound, <br />into territories unknown. <br />Blessed be the stranger, <br />with their helping hand, <br />who plucked us out of misery, <br />to show us the way, <br />to our promised land. <br />So now, we stride towards the future, <br />no bonds to pull us down. <br />Thanks to a stranger, <br />whose name we never know.<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-stranger/
