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Hold On

two people holding hands to comfort
I can feel how hard it is
to keep your feet on the ground,
while trapped in the town
when the world all around
is so crazy.

I can see that the sky seems
too high ever to reach
and the hope that you find
some days in your mind
slips away when you are lonely.

I can hear that your fear
takes hold of your heart
with claws that are sharp
while your ears are filled
with the clamour of confusion.

Stay strong my dear one
and know that in time,
though the battle seems near,
holding peace in your mind,
helps your courage shine clear.

Trust the love in your soul
to keep you whole
so when this time’s over
we will walk again together
on paths filled with beauty.

Jan Armstrong



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