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Holding on to Hope

How do you hold on to love?
That ephemeral thing.
Pour it, in every pore?
As ether, inhale it?
Spread it –
Into every cell there be.

How do you hold on?
When mooring ropes
Of bonds you held close
Are slipped off those
Piers of emotion-
The pier dissolves, into
A salty pool.
And you hold on-
To your own heart.
Adrift.
Alone.

How do you stay you?
Who are you?
You ask you.
You find no answer.
You have been consumed
By that ether.

You’re adrift
Your heart – all alone.

But.

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Your mooring rope-
Let loose into the
Salty sea…
That churning stormy sea…
You gather that close
As you bob, uncertainly.

You shall come
To
New and stronger harbours
You tell yourself.

Secretly wishing
All the while
That pier, which dissolved

Had been stronger.

31 July, 2016

Online. One of those Had-To-Write-Writes 😀
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