Held Hands

A Poem by Thomas Emile Vaughen

I can't be the answer, nor can I be the hope
But I could be the conversation

that holds you on the rope

Just little words, one step forward,

two for safety

I could be the voice in the lonely cabin,

soft whispers of rain and drizzle

and crackling fire

desire

© 2023 Thomas Emile Vaughen

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Added on June 3, 2023
Last Updated on June 3, 2023

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Thomas Emile Vaughen

Floating around the north of England, United Kingdom

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Sometimes I make myself a coffee, pop on the internet and write stuff. Read at your *peril*. Can be found on Substack [https://thomasemilevaughen.substack.com] or Bluesky [‪@cperil.bsky.soci.. more..