hang on there

It is hard to lose someone. We refuse to let go. If we do, we change forever, and we are scared of that too- that new person we may become once we open our palms.

Like this twig that has grown old with holding on and will grow new when she stops.

courtesey: Buddha Rocks Project

do not, for a moment think that you will,

do not. everything works out in the end, you pray.

see the world hears, it blurs behind as you chant.

do not, ever think that all those visions of glorious light

and the moon, her rays kissed? were ghosts that tripped

on your veins.

stay.

the world grows more beautiful with living.

validate with relics. age! stay,  do not, do not, do not

Fall.

 

© neelthemuse,2011

10 thoughts on “hang on there Leave a comment

  1. This is beautiful. I like the rhythm. “No man is an island, entire unto itself; he is a pece of the ocean, a part of the main. Therefore do not ask for whom the bell tolls. It tolls for thee.” (John Donne, spelling updated). But we change forever not only when we lose someone, but also when we find someone, and that can also engender fear.

  2. Great poem – really loved it, and wise. “Like this twig that has grown old with holding on and will grow new when she stops.” Truly wise.

  3. Well, I keep posting new ones, so you’d better get busy then!
    (But you’re totally welcome to use any – or all- of my pics however you please)

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