Hold Fast

A poem by Julia R. DeStefano

Photo by Rose Erkul on Unsplash

When the world goes dark, hold fast to the ones who bathe you in their light.

Hold Fast

We overuse our exclamation points,

laughing like run-on sentences,

bearing smiles that could rearrange continents

in my silent prayer

that the roses remain red -

an illumination of pain transformed -

so you know that there’s only light

and the taste of hope

when I’m close to you.

© Julia R. DeStefano