Hold My Hand

This is an original poem I wrote.  Usually when I’m sad or feeling down about different life situations I write.  I generally prefer to write short stories, but one day a few weeks ago this struck me as a relevant topic.

Hold My Hand

by Tiffani Day

Hold my hand

 in the beginning

Hold my hand

when it’s positive

Hold my hand

with needles in my arm

Hold my hand

when my hair is gone

Hold my hand

with tubes in my nose

Hold my hand

when it doesn’t work

Hold my hand

when I take my last breath

I ‘ll hold your hand the rest of your life

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