Holding Onto Heaven

I have stories left to tell,
They're of the healing kind.
Headed into the great unknown,
It's what's keeping me alive.
I'm holding onto heaven.

I'm searching for relief
In a cold cruel world,
that wants nothing more,
than to break me.
I'm holding onto heaven.

Uncertain where to go,
Lost into something else.
Somewhere in the silence,
I find the one to trust.
I'm holding onto heaven.

Repeat my words over again,
"I don't need anyone."
But I do need someone.
Especially Him.
I'm holding onto heaven.

In a golden city
On black clouds,
He will wait for me,
With open arms.
I'm holding onto heaven.

Reviews

[Rose Diamond]

I really liked this piece! It's very easy to relate to and very well written, good job! :)

[Gabrielle Linch]

Thank you so much sweetheart!

[Simon Welsh]

We're all hanging onto something. Nicely written.

[Alvin L. Kathembe]

We must find relief in this cold, cruel world. This is a beautiful poem, never lose your grip!

[Christopher Hascall]

Religion can be spectacularly interesting and poetic. I once met a very intelligent man, who was a college professor. He explained to me how he used to be an atheist, until he looked at a rose garden and thought "God must have had created this."

This poem describes the mindset of a lot of people. Waiting for salvation in a "cold, cruel world." Needing Him in your life. I enjoy learning about it, and seeing different perspectives. Wonderful piece of writing.