I stand outside that dark place
No light penetrates to where you are
No hand may reach in to touch you.
Or is it just your armored soul that pushes my hand away?
Can anyone not already there help…?
Can anyone already there with you, SEE you?
Is light’s absence palpable,
Or does it just seem a funeral pall?
©Copyright December 9, 2008 by Shelley Timberlake