The Hold

grip

Make sure your grip is tight.
Don’t let go, for you don’t know what lies below.
Beneath the shadows, secrets loom,
A world unseen, where echoes bloom.

With every heartbeat, a whisper calls,
Of hidden depths and ancient walls.
Thread carefully, let caution steer,
For in the darkness, doubt may leer.

The winds may howl, the tides may shift,
Yet in your hands, you hold the gift.
A chance to soar, a chance to fall,
But fear not the plunge, just heed the call.

So take a breath, embrace the sky,
With every moment, let your spirit fly.
Hold on tight, the journey’s begun,
With dreams as your compass, you’ll find the sun.