I’ll hold my hand

poetry — a letter to self, with love

I hold my hand through
everything.
Every inconvenience occurring,
I’ll hold my hand through every hardship
and blessing,
pain that once seemed never-ending.

I’ll hold my very own hand gently,
as if I held the purest flower mankind has ever seen.
I’ll hold it with reassurance,
and I might even give it a soft kiss with
the greatest love a soul can receive.

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2026.06.21. - mirella ౨ৎ