Just Holding On


I cling
Knowing that my time is at hand
The rain is colder
Than it has ever been
And I pause
Tired and unwilling to move on.
When each flower is the same as the next
It is unlikely I will make it back
With this load so heavy and wet
I guess I must
For it is my nature to do so.

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