All feels as though it will not settle,
Tightness in my chest feels upsetting,
Soon all that we hold tight may burst like a kettle,
I am sure of it; I’ve already placed my betting.
Hold on is what my heart says to me,
But my mind repeats no it will not stop,
My soul fights to tell you be free,
My memories alter my vision & make me want to pop.
I send these soft words for you in length,
Let us not worry about such petty stress,
Challenges are made to test our strength,
We have each other for more, so we may fret less.
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