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. (
Offline) - Published: January 25th, 2026 08:08
- Category: Sad
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Comments4
I must say you got me on this poem.🤔
Katie,
The strength to choose is an act of freedom. Thank you for sharing your poem.
Elaine
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
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