I reach out a hand into the cool darkness of the evening.
A quiet contentment has emerged among the chaos of my emotions.
With it the knowledge that my hand will not reach in endless nothing,
but will meet your seeking hand upon the other side.
There have been moments when I look out,
the edges of my world bordered in despair,
yet I continue to move on
knowing without doubt your hand will find mine.
© Johanna Fugitt 2017