still hope

Hold fast to your hope, my dear.
I know these worlds
got you all hung up;
wound tight;
bent out of shape.
But I'll be the mould
to hold you
for now and for as long as you need.

You won't fall.
I'll be the rope to tie you
back together; sewn.
No noose; you have your voice,
though there's no shouting here.

This is the quiet
the most quiet place on earth
here between hope and waiting
all stands still.