Hold your Own

This is the full poem by Kate Tempest I quoted from in my last post.
I really would like to post the poem it in full, so here goes.


When time pulls lives apart
Hold your own
When everything is fluid and when nothing can be known with any certainty
Hold your own
Hold it till you feel it there
As dark and dense and wet as earth
As vast and bright and sweet as air
When all there is
Is knowing that you feel what you are feeling
Hold your own
Ask your hands to know the things they hold
I know
The days are reeling past in squealing blasts
Stop for breath and know it’s yours
Swaying like an open door when storms are coming
Time is an onslaught
Love is a mission
We work for vocation until
In remission
We wish we’d had patience and given more time to our children
You must feel each decision you make.
You must hold it
Hold your own
Hold your lovers
Hold their hands
Hold their breasts in your hands like your hands were their bras
Hold their cheeks in your palms like a prayer
Hold them all night and feel them hold back
Don’t hold back
Hold your own
Every pain
Every grievance
Every single stab of shame
Every day spent with a demon in your brain giving chase
Hold it
Know the wolves that hunt you
In time, they will be the dogs that bring your slippers
Love them right and you will feel them kiss you when they come to bite
Their hot snouts digging out your cuddles with their bloody muzzles
Look, nothing you can buy will ever make you more whole
This whole fucking thing thrives on you feeling incomplete
It is why you will search for happiness in whatever stupid thing you crave in a moment
And it is why you will never find it there
It is why you will sit there with the lover that you fought for
In the car you sweated years to buy
Wearing the ring you dreamed of all your life
And some part of you will still be unsure that this is what you really want
Glastonbury, stop craving
Hold your own
But if you are satisfied with what you have and who you are
You won’t need to buy new makeup or new outfits or new pots and pans
To cook new exciting recipes
For new exciting friends
To make yourself feel like the new exciting person you think you’re supposed to be
Happiness, the brand, is not happiness
You are smarter than they think you are
They take us all for idiots
That’s their problem
If we behave like idiots it’s our problem
So hold your own
Breathe deep on a freezing beach
Taste the salt of shellfish
Smile at a stranger and mean it
Lose your shit to your new favourite English rapper
Hold your own
And let it be




About Anna

I am a ceramic sculptor living on the South coast near London, England. My work is influenced by my experience of the earth as a living being and seeing how we are all connected with eachother and with the things that surround us. I create ceramic torsos using molochite clay which I often smokefire in galvanised dustbins. I also make House Gods to protect and amuse, and Fat Birds - little smokefired sculptures that tell the story about what it is like to be a fat bird at peace with its surroundings.
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