On the brink

A hearth in the heart of harshness, heralds happy hours,

Like a comforting gesture, placates a wounded soul’s scars,

Overwhelmed, you drown in your plight,

Share your sorrows; and see hardships take flight,

Reach out, be shown a clear path out of the woods,

A kindred spirit, consoles, depressed moods,

Dying is no way out, can’t be left in the cold,

There is light at the end of the tunnel, you are sold,

Banishes the fog around you, clouding your vision,

Hopelessness to hopefulness, a successful mission.