We hold onto Things, as crutches,
Wanting pain to disappear
Our life-tree has its notches
Where Destiny carves its own spheres.
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Your poem speaks of the challenges of being human. We hold onto things that really have no value compared to each other. In our humanity, we remain forever vulnerable until we are no more. More of Sandra's poetic wisdom! Thanks sis!
A beautifully crafted write about life. It strongly conveys the uncertainty of the future. Great piece.10
Quite often, things are out of our hands Yet are all in God's hands