Faces,

Desperate faces,

Blank faces,

Resigned faces,

Passive faces,

Tired faces,

Shamed faces,

Stare at walls,into nothingness.

From the brink of the universe, from the edge of a cliff.

Nearly plunging deep into the ocean, sinking into the quiet of the night

It's like a near-death experience.

 

I fear mine is one of them,

In fact, I possess all.

I'm already at the precipice, falling slowly but surely.

Who do I let in, to take the edge?

Or to give me one?

To rekindle my embers?

So I can stare down death with something to live for?

So I can rise from the ashes with a new face?

A hopeful, buoyant face

An expressive face full of emotions,

A determined face full of resolve and optimism,

And a refreshed, proud face.

 

Who will bring the calm?

Who will speak the truth?

A tender touch, a voice to stand

To help me heal, to not feel alone.