Holding Tight. Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

We're born with love, a gentle light,
A kindness shining, pure and bright.
It makes us care, it makes us see,
The good in you, the good in me.

But love, like all things, has a shade,
A darker corner, fear conveyed.
Life isn't fair, a twisted game,
Love feels the pinch, endures the flame.

When things go wrong, and hope seems lost,
And whispers say, 'Forget the cost, '
Sometimes we stay, we wait and pray,
For sun to break, a brighter day.

Though wisdom urges, 'Let it go, '
The heart says, 'Wait, let feelings grow.'
So we endure, with quiet might,
That's life, sometimes, holding tight.

T.M.Solvang