HOLD
Without any grip or grasp
we learn to hold with grace.
Without imprisonment or clasp
we learn to hold with grace.
When time speeds up
and we can’t make out what is real
When life burns up
and all we have is how we feel
stop to hear your breathe and you will
know it is yours
like a hug that listens
as we learn to hold our lives with grace.
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pOEM BY MEGAN KING
HOLD
Without any grip or grasp
we learn to hold with grace.
Without imprisonment or clasp
we learn to hold with grace.
When time speeds up
and we can’t make out
what is real
When life burns up
and all we have is how we feel
stop to hear your breathe
and you will know it is yours
like a hug that listens
as we learn to hold our lives
with grace.
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pOEM BY MEGAN KING