Sep 2017
On my toes,
Hand on the barre
Your hand has my waist
I find comfort in your embrace
I lift my toes to rest in the crease of my knee
you can let go
Is what everyone tells me
I take my hand off the barre
I trust you To hold me upright
Or at least catch me
*I fall on already bruised knees.
Hand on the barre
Your hand has my waist
I find comfort in your embrace
I lift my toes to rest in the crease of my knee
you can let go
Is what everyone tells me
I take my hand off the barre
I trust you To hold me upright
Or at least catch me
*I fall on already bruised knees.
It takes a great deal of trust, trusting someone with the safety of your body, perhaps even more, with the safety of your mind.
