Everything's changing,
A turbulent tide of mistakes and memories,
Breaking over our heads.
We cling to each other with iron grips,
White-faced,
Tears streaming from our eyes,
But we're standing, still standing,
In the face of the storm.
Cold fingers grasp mine,
And I hold on for dear life.
It's my lifeline, my only hope,
And I won't let go, I won't let go,
Not in a million years.
I won't let you drown,
Just hold on tight,
And we will make it back to shore
Together.
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Fading Out (poems about life)
PoetryA collection of poems about heartbreak, trauma, survival and recovery. Trigger warning to sensitive readers 🖤
