Looking for the gold

Even when things are really dark

I still find myself

Trying so hard

To look for the gold

At times it seem so impossible

In world where it seems

Connections are so often receding

And vast expanses open up  between meetings

And yes there is peace all alone in this room

 But at times I just long

For the touch of a hand

Or a hug

Some small sign of love or a gift from above

That is when I sit down to write

Pouring my heart break onto the page

Especially on those days that my hopes and dreams

Seem dashed upon the rocks of peril

And yet I have to struggle still

Somewhere from deep within

To find the will

To go on living and loving

Looking for the hidden gold

Even if buried

At the very bottom

Of the deepest pit of pain