You Hold On

We’re all hung up
on something.

I hang onto
My last roots of sanity
As this willow bends and breaks
In the storm.
I wish I wasn’t hung up on you.

I wish you weren’t
Hung up on her.

Reviews

[The Gent Called Alex]

Wow...I really feel the emotion in this piece. It is very succinct, and I like how you have centered on one idea. This subconsciously echos your whole theme, as your narrator is also "hung" up on this one thing. I appreciate that perhaps you expressed this as a reflection of experience, and it comes across as very raw and genuine.

My absolute favorite part is when the narrator has finished musing and and ends the poem with, "I wish you weren't hung up on her" Best line. (to moi) I think it is a very powerful conclusion. (and at the same time I think it's understood that it's not really concluded for the narrator. I relate to that as a ready, so well done. Overall, very well done. :-)

-Alex

[Alexandria Miller]

Thank you, I’m glad you saw something meaningful in this. At the time, it very clearly expressed my raw feelings.