Hold On

hold on art

 

Hold On .

I held a young soul suffering, and my Achilles heal I bared.

I hugged a breaking heart and it punched right through my chest.

I held a breath of deep despair and shared a lifeless void.

Surrendered to a stolen moment and entered a sacred place.

I allowed words to pierce my guard and a trembling hand met mine.

I shed a tear as pain took hold and it softened another’s fall.

We sat with silence, moved with fear, and together we returned.

We captured moments of relief, and I held the hand of hope.

 

Footnote:  Wrote this poem about a moment with a young person on a Youth Focus camp.  Art by Harley Manifold, original in colour.