We Hold On Poem by Joe Bisicchia

Life can be
a balance beam,
on a bouncing leaf,

but we'd have it no other way
in our rainy jungle,
you and me.

Together, we are rare
but just as hardy as the rose.

Speak not to me of meagre bugs,
but of the generous sky.
Show me and share with me that sun.
Climb to that orb with me.

No Icarus, but let us stay satisfied,
fiery red and here hand in hand,
though born with inevitable thorns,
our hearty foundation deep to dirt.

And together, we'll climb.

From far away,
others may see only disarray,
or more likely nothing at all.

While up close,
deep into each other's eyes,
we shall forever see eternity
in the unraveling of awe.


Published by The Path, A Literary Magazine, Summer,2016