Disclaimer: I almost cried when I wrote this poem! Oh, and yeah, Remus Lupin isn't mine.

Reaching Out

At first, I was holding in

My feelings, rage, my doubt,

But then, as good friends, you taught me

I could always reach out.

And then in the storms of pain and fear,

Problems after another,

When all seemed lost, we'd find hope-

We'd reach out to each other.

Now all my pain is closing in,

Now all my fears attack,

Because, now, I'm reaching out,

But no one answers back.