Hold on
I was holding on
Holding on to the ledge
My security was there
Holding on to the fear
That flying might just be falling
Holding on to the pain
Of loves lost in the past
I was holding on tightly
Until you
I felt my security begin to shift
To the feel of your arms around me
I felt my fear begin to fade
In the light you brought to my life
I felt the pain recede
Pushed away by your smile
Without trying or even realizing
I found myself falling
Far from my ledge
Far from my fear
Far from my pain
And then
You said
“hold on”
“What ?”
Ron Simpson, Jr.
August 1, 2010
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