Hold On


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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.

( Poem written for a young person on a Youth Focus camp.  Reposted from 2014.  ‘In My Room’ book.  Art by Harley Manifold, original in colour.)