Holding on.
Pages hanging on
By a breadth of
A mere molecule
Paper hearts
And discarded minds
Holding on to life
By a brief tether
Sawed,
By auspicious grim.
/written with the last threads holding us together/
Mountains to climb.
I know you’ll just be okay When you work Till your whole being shivers With exhaustion And your eyes cloud With salty perspiration And you push yourself Into that one last lap And keep pushing for another- And yet another. I know you won’t fall; That much faith is essential. And, wherever you trip, You don’t tread on again. With all those lessons You’ve learned on your way, You know you’ll just be okay.
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