clinging

November 5, 2013 at 3:00 pm 11 comments

clinging

to a past that cannot be forgotten

clinging

to a future that will never be seen

clinging

to things which should be tossed away

clinging

to a dream that will never come true

clinging

to people who leave hurt in their path

clinging

to people who never return

clinging

to one breath, one step, one day at a time…

clinging

to grief

to hurt

to hope

to faith

to love

always clinging

always clinging in one way or another…

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11 Comments Add your own

  • 1. acuriousgal  |  November 5, 2013 at 3:43 pm

    Hard to let go, I hear ya!

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  • 2. Dom DiFrancesco  |  November 5, 2013 at 4:53 pm

    So much to cling to that it weights you down, hopefully someday you can let some of it go.

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  • 3. Dan McGaffin  |  November 5, 2013 at 5:31 pm

    I am glad that you can cling to hope, faith, and love my friend. I believe in you and your strength. You will be able to move forward when you are ready and those who love you will help you get there.

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  • 4. Master's Slave  |  November 5, 2013 at 10:11 pm

    Needing or wanting and loving somebody is not clinging. But it is if one cannot move on.

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    • 5. words4jp  |  November 5, 2013 at 11:56 pm

      I agree. Thank you for your words.

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      • 6. Master's Slave  |  November 6, 2013 at 3:35 am

        I missed your poetry. I love your words.

      • 7. words4jp  |  November 6, 2013 at 10:09 pm

        Thank you. That is so very sweet of you to say. xx

  • 8. Svelte  |  November 6, 2013 at 12:23 am

    Just last night I was conversing with myself about this clinging…

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    • 9. words4jp  |  November 6, 2013 at 10:07 pm

      And what did you conclude?

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      • 10. Svelte  |  November 7, 2013 at 12:01 am

        Some of what I had scribbled that night,
        ‘My fingers slipped – my hands let go – because they’re feeble. But my heart is holding ever so strong.’
        Clearly my heart insists on making a case…

  • 11. jrosenberry1  |  November 6, 2013 at 7:56 pm

    So powerfully written Kim — [hugs] — I wish I knew what to say to make it easier.

    Reply

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