I'm not the worlds best poet it was a college assignment and when I re-read it, it made me think of Jack coming back to life. Its changed from the original as the friend was a she not a he.
I stand alone
Alone in the darkness
I look around
Looking for anyone
I fall to the floor
Fear gripping my heart
Turning my insides out
I curl up afraid
Warmth and light
Pull me from the dark
Like being reborn
I look to my friend
Surrounded in light
He reaches down
Taking my hand
Helps me to my feet
His gentle smile
Removes my fear
The darkness gone
Replaced by light