hold this hand

Originally published Thursday, 04 April 2019.

poem Hold This Hand

hold this hand





























































Hold this hand
calloused, tired
and grasping,
at this hard air
slipping through fingers
that want to hold on
onto anything
that feels real.
They catch nothing,
hold nothing,
hold nothing I want
to keep.
So catch me
catch me, as I drift
without tether.
Turn my face
so my eyes
meet yours.
The beginning of me
being found.
– jennifer j. camp

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