I never really believed in myself
Until just recently
When I saw a bit of myself withering in the wind.
But I didn't know what it was
Specifically.
So I ventured out
Three-quarts of myself lingering in body
Concretely
One-fourth of my soul,
withering in the wind
Abstractly.
So I continuously ventured
And I found myself
Dangling on a lamp post
But it wasn't abstract
It was a sign
That read:
'Never Let Go.'
CDM Anderson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/never-let-go-12/
