A speck of light seen in the darkness
A call to arms for friends, not foe
Patiently waiting, with hope, persistent
I had, so many friends, not long ago
A torch held up through fog and madness
Loving hugs and precious words
Throw me a lifeline to drag from quagmire,
chop at the undergrowth with your swords
I am sending tributes to my saviours
Who showed me the way and helped me learn.
A beacon burning on the hillside
That heralds of a safe return
© RebeccaWeston 2010
When someone is ‘battling’ to recover from an illness, it is wonderful to have friends to support and rally.
Featured by Poetry And Beautiful Women ~ 29th Jan 2010