Thanksgiving is coming, family and friends, neighboors and children, bellies filled and smiling faces, blessings descending upon...
But, aren't we forgetting something?
What about that friend in need?

A weak knock on the door of your heart
someone is waiting on the other side,
desperation had guided vacillating feet
to come near, but the soul was so afraid
of rejection when that door opened all
or if it will just open a tiny little crack,
like we open when there is a strange,
fear of losing some of the warmth inside.

A weak touch by solitude cold fingers,
on your friendly soul its strongest arm
searching for a well-disposed reaction
that all the fears with kindness will calm;
and you will look down and see the eyes
pleading for your reason to understand,
a friend which is drowning in all the tears
which were brought by blackest hours.

A weak call, almost inaudible, our name
by someone we call a friend, in despair,
found that knocking in many closed doors
make one everywhere an unwanted guest;
we all were there, just to remember it,
the solitude, the emptiness, we don’t want,
because it make us to feel so undesirable,
that those feelings we don’t want back.

A weak and afraid of rejection call,
will you answer it with open an heart?