Cling

When restraint and courtesy are added to strength, the latter becomes irresistible. ~Mohandas Ghandi

I am the last leaf,

Clinging to the end of the thin branch,

The last scrap of green in a cold dying world.

I am the daisy petal,

The last of two clinging to the sunny center,

Wishing beyond all wishes to be

"He loves me"

And not

"He loves me not."

I am the oyster, weeping

Aching, overcome by the pain deep within

Knowing that if I simply wait...

...simply hold on...

A pearl of beauty will be evident.

I am the winding arms and connected lips,

Clinging to those of a lover from whom I shall soon be separated.

Never wanting to be free,

Never wanting to be alone again.

I am the stone, rough and jagged

Tossed about in the foam of the sea.

Drowning, overwhelmed in salt and surf...

...but soon, I shall be smooth.

I am waiting.

I am whispers.

I am love.

I am strength.

And I will cling to what I am

In Him.