Complete Stranger


The way your gentle touch,
Slid down my trembling arm,
And held my frightened hand,
Proves how purely lost and alone,
I am.


45 thoughts on “Complete Stranger

  1. Like this idea of a complete & compassionate stranger…waiting in the heavy mist somewhere, not quite visible yet so close that you can feel them and they will be there when needed. Stay strong, which I know is so unnecessary to say to a Red-headed Queen! πŸ™‚


  2. The second to last line in your poem made me sad, but then you mentioned in the comments about not being lost. So I hope the poem came out of a moment, and that you’re feeling better afterward.


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