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Never Let Go

By Samantha McCabe

Hold my hand,

hold it tight.

Do not

let go

 

I am,

as they say,

drifting away

 

Drifting

And/or floating

And/or flying

And/or gliding

 

Away

 

Away from you,

and him,

and her,

and them.

 

From us,

and me,

and together,

and love.

 

So hold onto me,

grasp my hand.

Because without you,

I am drifting away

 

Now don’t get me wrong,

I like to drift.

It’s an eye-opening experience.

 

How?

Well, let me tell you.

 

You,

my friend,

are rooted.

 

I,

on the other hand,

am drifting all around.

 

Stuck in place,

solid in your position,

you can only 120 degrees

 

I can see the whole world.

 

Do you understand now?

Because I no longer do.

 

I miss my beliefs

And/or faiths

And/or convictions

And/or views

 

Mine

 

I want them

to be mine

again

 

So hold my hand,

hold it tight.

Do no

let go

 

Because I am drifting away,

and I want to be

steady once more.

 

Samantha McCabe grew up in Asia and is now living in the U.S. She loves to read, travel, and listen to music.

 

Filed Under: Poetry Tagged With: Issue Three/Fall

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