Forever Holding On To You

Theres something about the art of letting go that I have never been good at.

Its like when the air is cold and you cuddle in a blanket for warmth.

Sad thing is.... Sometimes that blanket rips.

And when it does.... should you keep it or throw it away? 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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