Hold My Hand Poem by Scott J. Shepard

Sometimes,
where my misfortune remains
misplaced and forlorn still
touches the floor
in verses that measure
these small echoes of heartache
holding out its hand.

Though where I wish to be followed
that only I follow the impression
of these tracks in the sand
melding shadows
though their tracks often bend.
so these hands could hold

But to live these tiny impressions
rather than imagine what was meant
or misinterpreted
as anything but
such small volumes of love
or amounts of entwined silence
then that is to fortitude my
prayer.