Hold Me
A poem that imagines death not as an ending, but as an old friend—waiting patiently at the close of each lifetime to help set down the weight of pain, disappointment, and struggle, when the soul is ready to begin again.
I know that in the end
I will see you again, my friend
Like last life
like next time
I've caught glimpses of you
scattered here and there as I go about my journey
I am tired, old friend
But not yet
My life is feeling heavy again
I can't stand the weight of it
But not yet
I still have too much to do
Too many responsibilities
I see your wings flutter around a corner in the rain
I shall not betray my duties nor my goals
for the heft
Though it seems to grow in weight every day
I am so tired, old friend.
I know that you have seen me like this before
and probably will again
But I know that when it's time to lay my burdens down
to set aside the heartbreaks, the disappointments,
the pain and the weight of this life
I know that you will be there
to hold me
And after, I will begin again
But not yet, old friend, not yet
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Alicia Anspaugh
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