Mar 2020
When I threw out my hand,
And everyone else pulled theirs,
You stayed open
And grabbed onto mine.
Through dawn and dusk,
Through wind and time,
You held on,
Without question,
Without a faltering will.
Through the glacial mountains
And the phantasmic ravines,
Your hand gave mine warmth,
And I held on,
No longer wanting to let go.
For those who held on
Even when I screamed
To let go,
I thank you for your hands
And giving me a reason
To hold my life close.
And everyone else pulled theirs,
You stayed open
And grabbed onto mine.
Through dawn and dusk,
Through wind and time,
You held on,
Without question,
Without a faltering will.
Through the glacial mountains
And the phantasmic ravines,
Your hand gave mine warmth,
And I held on,
No longer wanting to let go.
For those who held on
Even when I screamed
To let go,
I thank you for your hands
And giving me a reason
To hold my life close.
It’s to close friends that this poem will never reach, its too embarrassing to send. But I appreciate their willingness to hold on, and held me back from “the final solution.”
