Hold Fast
What I carry
On my
swayed back
Is sorrow
Traversing periods
Of peace
Far to short
Nothing
Stays
The
Same
For
Long
I will hold
Pain of the body
But reject
Mental
Infirmity
I welcome
An end
Holding fast
Borrowing tomorrow
Begging the day
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Author:
Katie B. (
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- Category: Sad
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Comments5
Love your last two lines Katie they are most poetic. This poem speaks to the allowing of physical deterioration but the denial of mental rot. Nicely done
Katie, this resonates. The way sorrow moves through short-lived peace, the insistence on holding fast anyway…it feels lived, not abstract. There’s dignity in that persistence. Thank you for sharing it. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you! It is lived and I am mostly persistent. Your words are most appreciated.
Most welcome, Katie.
May that day tomorrow bring peace and joy to you Katie.
Andy
Thank you!
Your poem expresses endurance through suffering—both physical and emotional—while reflecting on how fleeting peace can be. It’s written in a broken, almost breathless rhythm, mirroring the heaviness of carrying sorrow. May your burdens lighten
Thank you!
Thanks so much for all your comments! Greatly appreciated!
sad but quite elegant
Thank you so much, V!!
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