Your Hand

Falling, falling, falling
Into a deep hole
Filled with blackness and sorrow.
Everything seems hopeless
Without any resolve.
The littlest things hurt
And the biggest things numb.
Somehow nothing matters,
And nothing will help.
But you try.
You gave me your hand,
But I couldn't grasp it.
You gave me a rope,
But I couldn't tie it.
You gave me a parachute,
But I won't open it.
As I continue to fall,
I see your hand there,
Ready to give me what I need.
When it seemed I had nothing left,
You gave me your love
And that stopped me fall.

-Ashley C.
This poem won in the school 2002 Poetry Contest.. cool!