MUST BE 18 OR OLDER - MUST READ TERMS OF SERVICE AND PRIVACY POLICY

Did you know we built a library of self-help documents for inmates and their loved ones over the decades? Check it out: WriteAPrisoner.com Self-help Series.

Untitled
11/13/2021

Her grip was strong

And looking back, in hindsight I recognize that

It wasn’t quite her who clung so tightly,

But her heart that held on…

Me, never asking to be left alone,

But wishing to love her at arm’s length

How could I imagine that because her weakness for me,

I would discover my own strengths?

Knowing me better than I did myself.

Saying so all along…

Now I realize;

The only thing left holding me up was her hanging on.

See all poetry for Terrence Harris #150352