Holding On

This is a poem about perseverance and the fact that sometimes… holding on is the only thing left to do. The experience of pain and the feeling of defeat are never things to be ashamed of…in fact, they are a pleasant reminder that we are in fact surviving and fighting back whatever “thing” has us feeling so broken.

“Holding On”

I bite my tongue, to taste the words I want to say
Cause the stain of the words can bruise a heart forever
I’d sew up the holes you put in me
But the stitches would remind me what it’s like to be alive

I’m the scattered fragments of a broken dream
The shards of a wish not meant to be
I’m a nightmare for you to see
I’m that nightmare that’s not make believe

Let the poison seep from the vein
I’ll fill the voids with black holes of pain
I’ll stick to the real, the pure and the plain
Cause raw reality holds the strongest of names

So swallow every sworn cry
Cause in this splintered tale of desperation
Comes the end, the beginning, and the in between

I’ll never let go
Cause holding on; is the only thing we can do

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