by Ashley Marie DeLoach
They say hold on to life.
They say hold on to love.
They say hold on to you.
They say hold on to him, her.
They say hold on to family, dreams, me.
They say hold on.
“Hold on.”
I stop.
I ponder.
I say “What to?”
What life?
What love?
What me? , What you?
What him?
What her?
What hold?
When all above is ash,
When your light at the end of the tunnel has burned out,
The only thing one can hold on to is to the end.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
I was born in the fall of 1992 to a very American military family. As an only child I had most of my parents attention until my unruly cousin came to live with us when I was about 6. I grew up in a middle-class household as the only brown person in a white family. When I grew up I was a very "masculine" and suffering child and teen and very non-conforming. With this, my bipolar mental illness started to come evident as I was dazed and isolated by my illness and emotions that accompanied them. This is most prevalent in my poetry as the downs of bipolarity is my main topic. Later, as I got to college I really came into my own. I can out as an Atheist and a Queer woman. I am an activist and see intelligence and activism as the only ways to live therefore questioning those who do not. I do not believe in the concept of opinions and only base things on facts. Due to this, I am studying to become a Sociologist or a scientist of society. I see passion as the only road to anything worth while.
Last updated November 06, 2013