Holding

It’s 9pm,

I’m looking out at the dark scenery,

Two storeys above,

I can’t get enough

Of these Christmas tunes,

Or words from the pen I’m holding.

.

Tomorrow morning,

Another day for renewing,

Hopped on 202 express,

Or 92 loop, slow is the best

If you have nowhere to go,

I lean against the ledge I’m gripping.

.

But I get off,

On Lester street, where memories

With him still glide

Into my thoughts, I do fight,

All through a lonely day.

Nothing’s warmer than lattes I’m drinking.

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I want to comfort her,

The girl two years ago, crying,

Her pain was untamed,

Some feelings stay the same

10 years ago, 2 years and 2 from now,

This moment would be recurring.

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When I’m home,

I make myself something fitting,

Watch a movie,

Warm my shivering feet

With cozy socks beneath my blanket,

Nostalgic visions send me drifting.

.

So that my last thought,

To make memories for reminiscing,

Be filled with no regrets,

I just can’t forget

To give more of my love

To this beautiful girl that I’m holding.

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Author's Note:

I just discovered that my poem, Holding, was chosen as Top Story on Vocal! It was such a pleasant surprise. Thank you for seeing the value of this poem and for giving me this opportunity.

I wrote this poem on November 26, 2017. It's a poem about loving and holding yourself, even when things around you are not going the way you want them to. For a while, things got better and I subtly let go of the girl I was holding. Four years later, something happens and I feel as though I am back to square one. I held the girl for a while and things were great. I still need to hold her today. I am the only girl I have to hold for a lifetime -- I'd better start now.

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