This is truly a 15 minute old poem if one would call it that. As the ground collapsed beneath my feet and fear struck me hard and cold. Never thought I would become this upset and completely broke down wanting to hide in a dark corner. Instead I wrote this.
Art by Adam Martinakis
Holding it Together! (somehow)
I am holding on
Holding on
to what is left,
of me.
Me, a whole person
breaking up
into little pieces.
I am holding on
Holding on
to the bare strings,
of life.
Life, the puppeteer
in control
mimicking my soul.
I am holding on.
Holding on
to little memories,
of smiles.
Smiles, the laughter
wetted lips
with salty tears of sadness.
I am holding on.
Holding on
to something beyond my grasp.
Grasping squeezing
the aching chest
of a terrified heart.
I am trying to hold on.
Holding on
to the tail of time.
Time, escaping me
pausing thoughts
while growing older.
I am trying to hold on.
Somehow…
I am holding it Together.
©Ranting Crow2014-’16
Ranting Crow 