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The Boy Who Held the Fall his voice, quiet but resolute I stood where silence dared to break, the rope a whisper in my hand. The weight below was not a mistake— it was the part I understand. I did not ask to be the wall, nor crave the cliff beneath my feet. But something in me heard the call to hold what others might delete. It wasn’t mine, this heavy stone, but I became its final thread. I bore it so she’d not alone be dragged into the dark instead. And if I vanish with the strain, no songs, no statues, no acclaim— just know I held her heart, her pain, and never once let go her name. https://poetryoflifeweb.com/ You can copy and paste link to my Poetry of life Poems, that shows the artwork that goes with each poem.
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Feb 19
Feb 19, 2026 at 4:09 AM UTC
LongJohnPaulBaldry
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The Boy Who Held the Fall his voice, quiet but resolute I stood where silence dared to break, the rope a whisper in my hand. The weight below was not a mistake— it was the part I understand. I did not ask to be the wall, nor crave the cliff beneath my feet. But something in me heard the call to hold what others might delete. It wasn’t mine, this heavy stone, but I became its final thread. I bore it so she’d not alone be dragged into the dark instead. And if I vanish with the strain, no songs, no statues, no acclaim— just know I held her heart, her pain, and never once let go her name. https://poetryoflifeweb.com/ You can copy and paste link to my Poetry of life Poems, that shows the artwork that goes with each poem.
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