hold that note

sweet sadness
the floodgate holds
for now.

sense bubbles
turns cascades whirls
mind can’t keep track
of the ebbs and flows.

pressure mounts
seeking release
a knife
a sledgehammer
dynamite
anything
to fall over the edge.

at the precipice
the floodgate holds
the choice remains.
swim in turbulent waters
jump into the unknown
or wait for the next tide.

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I am participating in the April Poem-a-Day (PAD) challenge from Writer’s Digest. My goal is not to inundate you with posts, but to provide a forum for feedback if you want to challenge me to push myself further in my writing.

For today’s prompt, take the phrase “Hold That (Blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and write the poem. Possible titles include “Hold That Thought,” “Hold That Space,” “Hold That Poem,” or whatever else holds your attention.

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