Anyway: An Original Poem

What does it mean 

To hurt for a friend?

Can I actually...

Feel their pain?

And what of the..

moments.

Where I'm the one

Who hurts.

Is my pain felt?

Do others know what..

It's like?

Loneliness moves

Like a river.

Churning, gushing..

Pulling.

Blackness lies beneath.

And I'm told

That there is light.

Above me.

A hand reaching..

For mine.

Do I have the strength..

To..

Reach back?

I am so thankful

For the moments

Where I didn't..

Reach.

And my friends

Pulled me up

Anyway.