Together

help is never to late as long as long as communication is still there

“‘What does it matter?” says she.

“It matters much,” I reply.

“Who would ever know?” She spouts.

“What you hide from me you cannot hide from self.” I say with a sigh.

“You are too late.” Heavy are her words.

“No, that is not so, Now give me your hand and together we’ll go.”

 

Reviews

[SHEEMA HUQ]

such an inspiring little passage, thank you Cherie.

[Serenity Faith]

Wonderful! Help is never too late indeed as long as someone is willing to pull you through. Very insightful.

[Cherrie]

thank you Emily for stop'n by and given me a read and review on this short piece

[Cherrie]

Ya know that's what I like about this poem no beginning or no end. Sometimes all we get is the middle to make what we can out of it.

[Eloha]

Yes it's more lifelike and powerful this way.

[Eloha]

I would have like to read the start and the end of this middle.

Typo line 4? hind should be hide?

[Cherrie]

I hate when I do that :) thank you for the help I guess I see what I think is there much to often. :)

[Eloha]

I do that all the time :) I write too fast and my entire pieces come out muddled.