Poetry

holding on

life is
a game for fools
you win some you lose much
and you keep coming back daring
for more

losing
your wholeness your
silent partner your health
feels like your lover scudding off
from you

you feel
nothing at first
before the ache begins
to engulf you in a maelstrom
of bile

for your
loss you blame so
many her him it self
in the end you know that life is
a game

steadfast
patient you hold
on to your core for no
body else can hold on as well
but you

after
the loss after
the grief time to fight back
to cherish to enjoy to wait
dauntless

without
funk without joy
without pain without bliss
you don’t have life the ultimate
gamble//

renato
sunday 04 december 2022