Speaking from the Future to the Past...

Aren’t you Glad?

Aren’t you glad

When they reached out their hands

Beckoning to you

Come, come

And you closed your eyes

And let them pull you

Too frightened to

Walk, so

They carried you

Forward

Yes, yes

They said

And would not let you retreat

To the comfort of

Obscurity

But they lifted you

Legs dangling

Heart trailing behind

All trembling

Until suddenly you knew

They knew

Exactly how you feel

For somewhere hands reached for them

And now you stand

Here

Glad to be

A part

Of a circle

Of

Friends

Janet~

Written for Poetic Bloomings prompt