Hanging By My Heart Poem by Holly Jamestone

Hanging by my heart
Knuckles pale and getting whiter
Shifting through the greying clouds
One day will the skies be brighter

Hands are slipping from the bar
Begging for my newfound hope
Strong conviction slightly waning
Still resides desire to cope

Hanging by my heart
Perseverance taking hold
Clouds are thinning, realigning
Inner strength mine to behold

Wisdom will soon reemerge
Present from the start
Bathing me till I am cured, no longer
HANGING BY MY HEART

(2-27-2003)
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