I am lost in a river of hopelessness looking for dry ground so I do not drown.

Only to be ****** into a Whirlpool of misery where my darkest fear's thrive and as I slowly drown in my fear's.

I see a light fly overhead bright and beautiful it pulls me into his loving arm's and I know I am safe from the cruel world that tries to drive me mad. Poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale