Through dark moments
a flickering candle it is
which lights the one step ahead..
Through lonely passages,
it's the faint melody
which mimicks a far-away friend..
In neck deep waters,
it's the sight of a bank
which encourages the next breath..
Its hope, a temporary friend,
which lends a hand when
shattered sharp splinters
seem never to mend..
But Beware, lest amidst joy
of survival though one such,
in a heartbeat, a momentary lapse
you trust it too much..
And...if the folly is already done,
find another friend to help you cope
because very less hurts as much
as the hurt of a broken hope...