I’ll cling to you
until my fragile hands bleed
against your rugged, rough edges.

I’ll cling
until my candle-like fingers
turned cold in the absence
of my warm flowing blood.

I’ll cling
until my pink nails
turned dark purple
and almost dead-gray.

I’ll cling…
I’ll cling to you.
Even when you can’t cling to me too.

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Ronny Garcia Moron

In response to Mindlovemisery MenageriePhoto Challenge #125

37 thoughts on “Cling”

  1. Like this take. ‘you’ll clung,” You’ll never let go. I think that’s an excellent and happy way to interpret this picture. A picture of tenaciousness and faithfulness.

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