There are times that I see,

We’re all leaves on a tree,

And troubled winds try to blow

Us off but I won’t go

I hold on.

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There are times when I feel,

There’s no tree,

This aint real,

And I think to go free-but

I hold on.

 

There are times when I feel that just a sneeze-

Might be sufficient enough a breeze

To make me free

My piece of tree-but

I hold on.

 

There are times when the lift

Of the breeze, in dreaming I drift

Left or right, just a mite

Too far, but

I hold on.

 

But the breeze is getting stronger,

I may not hold on, that much longer,

The wind feels so much freer

Then my tiny branch of tree here, and

I might not hold on.

 

I feel the breeze’s pull even now,

Don’t know when, or if, or how, but

That wind calls me to, so.

Oh please, don’t let me drift,

 Help me hold on,

Don’t let me go.

First poem of mine I've posted. O.o Scary

this seems like a kind of metaphore

Yeah, sorta for life and holding on and perseverance and stuff like that. I was feeling pretty melancholy when I wrote it-I guess. :/

I like this! :)

Thanks. :) I'm not sure if I should put more of my stuff on here or not....