poetry

Hold Fast

hold

hold fast

gather your sorrow

gather your pain

gather your anger

weave it together as one

a rope to lash yourself

to the mast

hold fast

and ride out the storm

ride out the fury

ride out the rabidity

until the sun breaks

upon the horizon

and you find yourself alive

a survivor of this tempest

we call life

and where you

can

smile

at

last.

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