Can you hold my hand please?
Can you hold my hand
and help me out of this dark abyss?
Can you tell me it will all be ok
that the light at the end of the tunnel
will not blind me, or fade?
That the open air will not
blow my new found confidence away?
Can you hold my weight if I lean on you totally?
Can you dress the wounds I'll suffer
as I battle with my mind?
Can you close my eyes so I will not see the scars
and be forever reminded of this pain?
Can you help me
is your faith in me as strong as your hand grip?
Can you hold my faith for a while
so it doesn’t fly away ?
Can you give me the strength to try
because I’m tired of this fight?
Can you keep my dreams safe for a while
so I don’t lose them in the dark?
Can you hold my hand please?
Can you hold my hand?
After being discharged from hospital the world seemed like a completely foreign place to me. I was nervous of doing things that I had found easy before - just stepping out of the door became hard. I felt like a child re-learning all the basic rules to life and feeling very afraid and vulnerable, in need of someone to hold my hand .
