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Holding Tightly
I couldn’t laugh and let it go
I held it tightly
And shook it at the sky
Until tears covered my face
My voice was strained
My soul deeply tired
Questioning why
Puzzling out motives
Repeating the same situation and sentence
Again and again
Then I spoke with you
Your hand covered half my face as you held it
Speaking while I wept into your palm
I’ve figured it out
You can rest
Let your mind be still
Sleep
It’s alright if you have to cry yourself there
Just know I’m watching
And while you’re sleeping
And while your waking
I’ll take care of today
Yesterday’s sorted
And tomorrow is new
Live in peace
I’ll contend and comfort
Copyright ©
Shea-Lyn Cunningham
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