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Vertical hold

July 23, 2018

I can’t tell if the earth is quaking

or if I’m standing in some sort of whirlwind

My feet are planted as if buried in cement

but my teeth are rattling in my head

and I’m fighting to keep from bending


Invisible forces press in

An uppercut here

a sucker punch there

but the worst is the kind that threatens

to blow out my ears

I don’t like this war

I never have

It is the violent ambush of malevolence

no holds barred guerrilla warfare

Yet here I am

front row seat at the rock opera

But those stones will not be singing today

I may hum along through sobs

but that’s ok because

I may be holding onto you with a death grip

But you are holding onto me with a life grip




6 Comments leave one →
  1. July 24, 2018 12:33 am

    You’re on a roll. I like it. Jesus sure loves you.

  2. Mr. Sparky permalink
    July 24, 2018 9:45 pm

    I really really like that! “Death grip…life grip” ….Jon Foreman would be proud.

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