Holding Back Poem by David Blake

Holding Back



Draining the shame, from the shadows at the
end of an icy sea, I go back to yesterday.
Daring the winds to blow, I dance among the
daffodils trying not to die alone. Playing for
pleasure eroding my memories, I can’t
complain. No reason to cry holding my
silence as a treasure, I can only lament the
remedy.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Don Mcwilliams 26 March 2008

A wonderful write, David. Don

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