Hold

There is a chain of suffering

Of overcoming

For every trial

Never alone

The mothers, warriors

The creators and unmakers

Those we know or lost to time

Named or nameless

Undying

Their pain undone

Set, or even occurring now

To know makes ice endurable

The burns less unbearable to touch

Grinding, pressing, smiling

As every smile

Each kind word

Every duty fulfilled

All the kind tasks complete

Every act of redemption

Each new difficulty charted

The thousand thousand hands of heroes

Of the people, of the weary and forgotten

Hold us

Let them grip you

As we uphold them.

By J.W.H. Hobbs.