cling

Should I cling to sanity, when that’s not how I feel.

Should I just plod along, when all around’s unreal.

Should I really just let go, if I just uncurl my hand.

Should I take a wonder, walk through another land.

Tell me to hold tightly, that it will all be over soon.

Tell me you’ll be with me, move and give you room.

Tell me to keep on clinging, maintain my grip so tight.

Tell me at the end of this, that my life will be alright.

I think I can cling on a bit, if you stay there by my side.

I think that I’ll believe you, I know how hard you try.

I think I might just make it, as I have got you along.

I think I’ll reach the other side, I hope it won’t be long.

Daily Prompt – Cling

I cling to things I do not need,

I cannot let them go.

If I am left without you see,

I won’t know where to go.

I believe they hold me up,

well at least I think they do.

I’m guessing that’s quite stupid

and very far from true.

These are my collections,

an array of different things,

material objects, my strange ideas,

and my lucky rings.

I feel they make me who I am,

they identify with me,

if I was left without them,

would it really set me free.

I know that these can hold me down,

tie me to a base,

without the bits that make me,

I’d find life hard to face.

I know that I can’t take them far

and only to the door,

because after I walk through it,

I won’t need them anymore.

Daily Prompt – Cling

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