Hold On
I don't want to talk about letting go. I've had two years of letting go. I won't begin to tell you the length of my denial.
I want to talk about holding on. Finding that thing that's worth it and grabbing on with everything you have. That thing that keeps you going...on through the vastness of a cold and lonely December night. On through the brightest July afternoon that shows the world every flaw you've ever tried to hide.
It's the holding on that get's you past the letting go. It's the hope...the faith...the heart that has allowed you the privilege of curling up inside its chambers, not judging, not caring how long it takes you to lick your wounds, to heal. To find that little bit of you, you remain tethered to. Telling you, over and over again, no matter how much you want to give up...to just hold on.
So yes...while I understand there are times when you have to let go...these are the times when you also must remember those things worth holding on to...and I urge you...hang on with all your might.
Natasha Head
I want to talk about holding on. Finding that thing that's worth it and grabbing on with everything you have. That thing that keeps you going...on through the vastness of a cold and lonely December night. On through the brightest July afternoon that shows the world every flaw you've ever tried to hide.
It's the holding on that get's you past the letting go. It's the hope...the faith...the heart that has allowed you the privilege of curling up inside its chambers, not judging, not caring how long it takes you to lick your wounds, to heal. To find that little bit of you, you remain tethered to. Telling you, over and over again, no matter how much you want to give up...to just hold on.
So yes...while I understand there are times when you have to let go...these are the times when you also must remember those things worth holding on to...and I urge you...hang on with all your might.
Natasha Head
Comments
Good piece.
As much as we let go, we hug and hold on tighter in many little ways so that they always come back.
To books, a little space, a little pampering.
Fabulous sentence. It threw me into the poem whole heartedly.
Such truth in this seemingly contradictory line; love this!
Wonderful write!