If you held my hand,
those angry storms that rush in
like muggers, and knock me from behind,
leaving me broken and breathless
on the ground-they wouldn’t come.
And the cold rain that stays for days
and bleeds its gray through every layer
of me-it would stay away.
And the ice that seizes me and my trees,
so still and frozen we can snap and fall
to pieces-it couldn’t form
if you held my hand,
If you
held
my
hand.Â
Talking to the Clouds 
The air has left my body, Sarah…
And my hand reaches.
sighs
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You are so sweet. Thank you for your hand. 🙂
Sarah…this is lovely.
Thank you so much.
Wow! Extremely emotive. I felt every line. Great writing!
Thank you very much for your kind words. They are very much appreciated.
this is a fantastic piece of writing, so very emotional and emotive – I am not sure where it is coming from, but I feel for, and connect with, the person in the poem, rather than, as sometimes happens, just responding a little remotely.
My hands are here, in the ether, for that character.
Thank you so much for your comments. It means a lot to me 🙂
Remember to breath, breath deep and find strength when you have none.
Thanks, Benjamin. Hugs.
Oh, Sarah
I’m welling up
Thank you very much 🙂
Such a beautiful poem! I always envy those who can write great poetry like this – it’s something that I don’t do very well myself!