14th October 2024
I twisted my fingers around tighter
The pain of holding on…..
Cutting through every inch of my flesh
I tighten my grip
Can’t let go - running though my head
Must hold on
I breathe - filling my lungs
Giving me strength
Oxygen - an invisible force
Suddenly I realise the thread I’m grasping hold of
It’s thicker
I loosen my grip a little
Relief washes over me
I can still hold on and the thread thickens a little more
When all you see is darkness
Then all you have is hope
Hold on to it
It will grow
It will always be there
Sometimes hope is all we have
Never let go
Joanne C Hicks Pembrokeshire Poet 14/10/2024
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