"hold on, hold on, hold on" they said
"you're a dancing lion in the breeze,
look what the winds of change have done
to all these autumn leaves."
"hold on, hold on, hold on,
this big wide world is not for you
hold on for long enough
for the last gust to dance on through."
so i held on, held on, held on.
they said that's how you know you're strong
but not until i wilted
did i notice something wrong.
i thought holding on was bravery
but when winds of change do blow
sometimes it's even braver still
to let go, let go, let go.
-e.h
YOU ARE READING
Touch the Sky
Poetryfor anyone who has ever been told to get their heads out of the clouds.
