#OctPoWriMo 2018 Day 16–Catch Me When I Fall
Catch Me When I Fall
Catch me when I fall
Raise me when I’m down
Hear me when I call
Sometimes I play the clown
but I still cry inside
Raise me when I’m down
Grief rises with the tide
I yearn to stand up strong
but still I cry inside
I pretend I’m never wrong
Don’t let me turn to stone
I yearn to stand up strong
I don’t want to be alone
Is there still hope for love?
Don’t let me turn to stone
The moon burns cold above
Is there still hope for love?
Catch me when I fall
Hear me when I call
The Poetry and Prose of Barbara Huntington 
I came to a point where I had to bear up too long, and I literally can’t cry. A lot of people think I’m unfeeling, but I’m not. I’m numb.
Grab hold where you can. A ray of sun on the wall as you sip a cup of coffee. A dog’s soft fur. A happy memory. Those are the building blocks. Don’t worry about what other’s think. You may cry tomorrow or many years from now or never. Your words tell me you are not unfeeling. I believe you.
I really, really like the way this reads, the rhythm of it. Wonderful terzanelle!
Thank you!
The repetition in the form makes it a very powerful call for compassion and comfort. I want to try this one. Excellent!