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.
yet,
once again,
I
stand up,
grab on,
climb up,
and hold on.
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Like everyone else, I've gone through my hardships and I know there are more to come. I've lost friends whom were close to me, I've suffered with grades in school, and I have my own family issues. I used to write with a pessimistic perspective, as you'll see in my earlier writings, but people change with time. I don't want to view what has happened and what will happen through a dark haze. I now write with a more hopeful attitude despite if I'm sad or angry. By reading these, you're getting to know the inner me and though I encourage constructive criticism, for that reason, please be honest and kind. Thank you and, by the way, it's nice to meet you! ;)
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