My heart aches
A shiver runs through me
Every time I hold you
For I fear that it may
Be the last time
That I am holding you
In my arms
It is irrational
It most certainly is
But how do I explain to my senses
Who have experienced nothing
But loss and pain
That sometimes something
Is meant to be?
How do I come up
With an explanation
To tell my body
To let go of the grieving
That it is time to move on
Start afresh and
Open the doors to
A bright sunshine?
The more I delay
The worse it gets
This false comfort is a curse
It haunts me to know
How I am keeping love at bay
Every day of my life
When I should be
Embracing it with all my affections
I know better
Yet I cannot summon the courage
To act better
The traumas of yester-years are
Etched deep in my soul
They caution me at every move
They warn me at every step
I, foolishly, yield to them
Telling myself that the next time
I shall be wiser
Instead of being a slave to their whims
Yet that tomorrow never comes
They are not wrong either
They are here to protect me
When I say I am hurting
Who is in fact hurting?
It is my senses
It is them
They undergo the trauma
They get wounded
They have to do the healing
How can I blame them for trying to protect themselves?
Do I call them selfish?
Isn’t that what we all do?
Brave are those who can overcome these obstacles
And face life as it comes
Me? I am weak
Or in other words, my senses are
So yes, my heart aches
A shiver runs through me
Every time I hold you
In my arms
For I fear that it may
Be the last time
That I am holding you
In my arms

I adore this
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I’m happy to know that you loved it 💗
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Awesome
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This is gorgeous 🤩🤩
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Frank, thank you for this great poem. I love it.
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Very poignant. I felt it deeply. Beautiful.
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Thank you ❤️
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You must learn to hold on tight and never let go! 😊
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A pleasure Frank!!!
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Only a pleasure!’
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This is lovely and so true.
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Thank you, Kim ❤️
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Raw. Vulnerable. Real. Deep. Emotional. This is beautifully written.
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Thank you so much, Dawn! ❤️
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A man of great heights is a man of sorrows who is familiar with suffering, but he must know who he is and think positively because, as a man thinks, so he is. Humiliation is the next step to exaltation; therefore, humiliation should always be kept in the past so that exaltation will manifest.
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from yesterday’s humor to this deep… beautifully poignant, Frank 🙏🤍
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Thank you, Destiny! 💗
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This is beautifully written and deep as the ocean. A very clear and true insight to human (and animal) nature. Very well done.
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Thank you so much, Adam!
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