Holding On

Pain wriggles through, it has a habit to be found, Memories pierce and stab, as you're not around. They say suffering is optional, it's how the situation you conceive, That you can morph your pain into poems, and with art everyone deceive. Guilt is an uninvited guest, that has overstayed its due, Who left whom charred, is known but to few. They say guilt can make you better, sculpt your future…