Holding On

dense with Grief:

Rain slithers toward me.


my eyes,

staring above,

fall to fatigue.


consumed with Doubt:

Wind screams past me.


my fingertips,

clenching the edge,

lose their strength.


embraced with Youth:

Fire cradles me.


my body,

greeting each crevice,

begins to decay.


enclosed with Apathy:

Rock shatters around me.



once again,



stand up,

grab on,

climb up,

and hold on.

This poem is about: 
My family
My community


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