Hold On

For the one in anguish, cry.
Sob till you’re ducts are numb.
Bury your head into your hands
and wait for some love to come.

If you feel wretched, let it go
your soul’s debt has been paid.
There is no retribution left
that righteous blood has not made.

If you long for reassurance, wait
it often comes unexpectedly.
This suffering will lead us home
to peace for all eternity.

If I could hold you now I would.
I would speak the words that I need too.
I would whisper the comforts in your ear
that have unfailingly seen me through.

robin, 2013


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