Helping Hand- a poem

I start the day resiliently,

The wind against my back.

Standing tall and strength to share

Along my given track.

AS time moves on, I find my path

Has twists along the way.

And though I forge ahead, I feel

My strength begin to sway.

THEN all at once, my life appeared

Yet covered in a haze.

I felt to be a tiny mouse

Defeated in the maze.

AND suddenly, I felt your touch,

You reached and took my hand.

And as the cloud began to lift,

I found the strength to stand.

THE path appeared and I no longer

Felt I was alone.

For even yet the smallest mouse,

Can find his way back home.

Retm