Holding On To Nothing
Sometimes I walk in shadow
Or do shadows walk in me?
For in their umbral, empty glow
The dark is all I see.
The distant light of hope appears,
A pin-prick in the night.
I find the weight of all my fears
Enough to block such light.
I reach out just for something,
But -- in this world of black --
I'll hold on tight to Nothing
Until nothing holds me back.
4/2/2019
Entered in 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mark Toney
Copyright © Jesse Rowe | Year Posted 2019
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