Your hand
Grasp my hand, tightly, and Forever.
Your words drip slowly, like wax into my ears,
Filling them with the only sounds I can bear.
You touch sends chills, that take me away,
From the aches.
Your eyes hold mine, the only ones, I can look straight at and feel okay.
Your hand in mine, keeps me present.
Upon this earth I stay as long as your hand grasps mine, tightly, so tightly, so that I don’t fade.
Because without that hand, my mind will go, even while my body remains,
My mind will go, go back to pain.
Because with your hand, I stay, stay connected to my sanity.
With your hand, my mind remains, stable.
For now.
With only your hand.
About the Creator
Ariana Yeager
But, what if it does work out?
She walks through Hell with a smile because she owns her demons.
Don't say why me, say try me.
If you can't beat the fear, do it scared.
You only live once? False. You live everyday.
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