Grasping
I’ve been trying
but it’s hard to find more words
to reach back inside the many-layered curtains of my brain
grasp the worn end of a string
and pull it out by my fingertips
still intact,
pulse and all.
We live in a moment of fear. Fear is inherent in our culture; we breathe it in as we walk outside. We speak it into our relationships. We co...
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