Clutching so tightly
the only thing I feel are
the nails digging into my own palm.
I can't remember what was once
held gently, freely.
Now the lightness feigns, and I doubt
What was there in the first place,
Air without movement.
I would like to unfurl this fierce grasp,
Remember the openness and movement of
wave.
Welcoming
Let go, Look Ahead, Trust the movement.
Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 5:10 PM UTC
Clutching so tightly
the only thing I feel are
the nails digging into my own palm.
I can't remember what was once
held gently, freely.
Now the lightness feigns, and I doubt
What was there in the first place,
Air without movement.
I would like to unfurl this fierce grasp,
Remember the openness and movement of
wave.
Welcoming
Let go, Look Ahead, Trust the movement.