Hold My Hand



Hold my hand

As I envision

As I descend

Into that black hole

That empty space left behind by “us”

What used to be us

Hold my hand

With both of yours

Keep me safe as I touch

As I dare to touch

That deeper part of me

That part which may not let go

Once it takes hold

Must one lose oneself to become?


Zitta – written on 2/17-2013

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