Holding On, Hoping

Holding on,
Hoping.

The memories vivid and dear,
The other memories of pain and accusation.

Holding on,
Keeping hold of the nice feeling.
The brightness keeping my storm away.
I must not falter,
To scare away the dark.

To light up my path.
Thinking.
I smile.
And hope.

Walking forward.
Hoping and thinking.
Into an oblivious thought.

Here’s to holding on and hoping.