It's such a little word.
Just five letters, two vowels.
Yet it travels farther than any other.
Reaching across canyons that divide us.
Where we sit alone, aloof, waiting to be rescued.
By the brave ones, the ones that dare risk the jump.
We watch and wait for them, in readiness to catch -
the life preserver that saves us from ourselves.
I'm grateful for all the brave souls.
Souls who reached out to me.
Souls like yours.
Bearing a word: