When I sit in sorrow To suffer alone the aches Of choices not made When I wallow in the grief Of wounds I have inflicted On those around me Sinking forever into the deep torment That goes with what might have been I blind myself to Healing I can bring I miss the chance To soothe the pain of others I don’t throw a lifeline to others And so can’t catch one for myself But throwing anything Requires a target other than yourself So I tell myself look up, look out, look elsewhere And don’t worry if your aim is off They can reach out to catch Just as you are reaching out to throw