Holding on to Hope

Writing 201, Poetry, Day 9: Cold, Concrete Poem, Anaphora/Epistrophe

Holding on to Hope

Not like them who have no hope

I’m trying not to mourn

Yet I lose you a little more each day

And I’m tempted to be sad

I want to hold on

I want to clutch you tightly

I never want to let go

But I lose you bit by bit each day

You run through my fingers

Eluding my grasp like bitter water

Still I try to hold on

My fingers are slipping

I’m losing my grasp

As I lose you a little more each day

I will hold on

Not like those who have no hope

I’m trying not to mourn