Isolated in addiction, in fear, in resentment,
in the fog of stupor, we reach desperation,
each in our own way, but sooner or later,
with firm decision or floundering
for some string of hope, for any steady stone...
finally we reach out, tentatively, timidly,
and find when we can connect with another,
no matter how precarious the communication,
and we find a kinship, no matter how odd it feels,
where connections can be spliced together
and with that tenuous tie, we stand no longer alone
but united in trust and hope.