Holding back

a hand that you used to hold tight
and knew like yours
felt the strength of
traced the lines of, front and back
slipped from your fingers
like sand
like time
it’s too late now
to get it back
because you doubted,
suspected
that it wasn’t holding you
but that it was
holding you back.


(I amuse myself with wordplay, heh)

14 Comments

  1. Profound! You know how to pull a reader in. And there is such a underlying sense of sorrow. Crafted in such a brilliant way!

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  2. Ace says:

    WOW Aarushi!!! This is so deep and beautiful. I am blown away, it’s just beyond sublime! So unique and powerfully written, I thoroughly enjoyed reading. Truly well done, my dear friend πŸ€—πŸ–€

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    1. Aarushi says:

      thankyou for your support Ace, you’re sweeter than πŸ“πŸ“ heheπŸ˜ŠπŸ˜ŠπŸ’Ÿ take care palπŸ₯°

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    1. Aarushi says:

      thankyou Naveena! so glad you read thisπŸ’Ÿ hope you are well, much love😊

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