THE HAND HELD OUT TO ME

I'm in quicksand
Struggling to get out.
With every attempt to be free,
I sink in more and more.

But there is a hand held out for me,
The hand of my very best friend.
She is trying to pull me to safety.
She doesn't want my life to end.

She has been holding on for awhile now,
She hasn't lost her grip,
Bearing all this extra weight,
Yet she does not even slip.

Thank you for holding tight,
Even when I tried to let go.
You have saved me from so much,
More than you will ever know.

I LOVE YOU KELLY<3


(all mine)