A Helping Hand

Early morning in my bed
I grab at the colored prisms
I see in front of my face.
My sheets are soaked
As I try to get up
My legs collapse
I don't know what's going on.

Back in bed
I think I'm in the hospital.
Between sopping sheets.
Spiders and ants
Crawling under my skin.

Suddenly, a warm hand
Touches my icy fingers.
A strong, firm yet
Gentle hand,
A comforting hand
Holding on to mine..

I'm going to be OK.