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.
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.”
