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And this is why I cannot let go
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2002 a tiny, precious gift
I hold it lightly, lightly in my hand
trembling, trying not to breathe too hard
I hold it gently because it is so fragile
What would happen if I just let go,
let it slide out of my fingers?
It would be gone
It wouldn't shatter, it wouldn't break
- it just wouldn't be.
What would shatter would be all those who watched it happen,
unable to do a single thing
to catch the frightened sparrow
as she fell.
Your imagery is outstanding. This poem is so true. I know exactly what you mean. You say it so well.
This is so beautiful and so true. I had a friend commit suicide in high school, and this is exactly how I felt.