Take my open, pleading hand.
Walk me through the pitch dark
of this unpredictable place.
A gentile, calm touch is needed
to calm by bodies nerves
from what it cannot see.
The blindness causes cold fear.
Feel so lost looking up for guidance.
Clouds have covered the guiding moon
and the bright traveling stars.
So alone out here.
The comfort of knowing what is next
has been taken away without care.
Each step brings anxiety.
Do not wish to move forward.
Take my open, afraid hand.
Walk me through the unforgiving dark.
January 12, 2020
© Andrew Scott - Just A Maritime Boy 2020