My work
My work is for the lonely
Those sitting in the darkness
Realising they are alone
With nobody to help them.
They know they are invisible
The one that nobody sees
The work they do is vital
Working in their loneliness.
How do they end up here?
Most of them don’t know
They start to question silence
With nobody there to hear.
Sitting alongside one of them
Seeing just what they’ve done
Speaks into their heart and soul
Giving them some peace of mind.
The peace of acknowledgement
Someone knows and understands
A chance for things to change
Just because somebody sees.